Im sure ur all tired of that last post so here is summfin' noo! GASP!! Well as you all know I am the master of all things pancakey but that is beside the point. What I want to talk about deals not with the consistency of fluffy tasty pancake mix but more the minor details in the social life of a potato. Potatoes as we all know are the more lonely creatures on this planet living outide their little underground caves for only a few seconds before being chopped up into little tiny strips of happiness known as french fries. For this I feel sad. Though Im sure their tentacles keep them company and the sun burns their fragile skin, they never feel the joys of swallowing red coals or bathing in a pool of tomato and meat sauce. Such things are the little joys in life that make it worth living. THE END!!!
^ BTW, he wants into your pants ^
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