You trade your chips to Joey who hides in the corner and savors chip after chip like a crack head. Meanwhile your toke up a bit of your gram to find out its some of that fake bud pressed herbs spray painted blue and soaked with blueberry flavored chemicals. You nearly vomit on the first hit. Its so fucking nasty and it don't do anything to get you off. By the time you have recovered enough to demand the chips back the piggie little bastard has ripped the bag open to lick the oils on the inside while grunting and moaning to drooling pleasure. You got nothing out of it. Nothing.