Seriously. There was a potato in my hallway at my apartment.
Bottles of urine on the rooves and potatoes in the halls. FML!

Loner
I don’t make this stuff up.
PLSF
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Yeah, a potato in the hallway. Thats how it starts.
That looks like a real nice little ‘tater, Joob!!
I am backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
YEAH!!!! Sorry to hear about your job loss though. I will try to get some posts up to entertain you!
Do you have a potato fairy? How do you know it’s a potato and not a gall stone that the cat horked up?
Aw. That poor little potato. All alone. I wonder if later, others will join it. That would be a bit freaky, wouldn’t it?
JD at I Do Things
Think the ‘tater done got her.
OK girl I got Laid Off from my job….I need to be entertained…start posting!