I Live In A World Where I Have Chip Crumbs In My Bra 93% Of The Time

This happens as a result of me sitting on the couch and eating potato chips. This makes me sound obsese, but surprisingly I'm not..yet. I feel an appropriate amount of shame and disgust with myself over this fact. Although, if I were chip crumb I would much rather be chillin' in my bra than at the bottom of a bag or on the floor. Does this make me feel like I should get off my tush and say, jump on a trampoline or swim in my lake? Probably. But it's nawt bloody likely. I have no other choice but to be content with my chip crumb status because thats where they are staying. In my bra. 

I'm thinking that this is what my life will probably come to because of my affinity for not only chips but all food. All the time.