potato, pa-tato. delicious, in french fry form, mashed form, and of course, vodka form.
izzy
He said he liked potatoes. I’d always thought potato is a funny word. I made him potato salad and we laughed ’cause I said the word too many times in a row. Anyway, I love him so.
RocÌo
Let the potato chips fall where they may, but why do they always fall on my hips? How can such a little crispy thing be my weakness? The salty, crispy pleasure in every potato chip. But one is too little and 100 isn’t too many!
Sheri
potato, patahto. different ways to say the same thing. i wonder if thats the case with him, we can say the same things, just in different ways. only thing is, neither of us seems to realize it.
marie
Potatoes are brown root vegetables that taste like heaven. They are known to come from places beginning with the letter “I” like Idaho and Ireland. They tend to cause famines when they aren’t farmed in vast enough quantities. Potatoes are my favorite vegetable because there is so much at stake when you buy them. :)
Chelsea
Ben schob die Kartoffel immer wieder mit der Gabel auf seinem Teller umher. Im Kreis, im Zickzack – durch das Ketchup. Es sah aus wie Blut. Unwillk¸rlich liefl er die Gabel sinken und presste unter dem Tisch die Finger zu F‰usten zusammen. Er wollte nicht wieder daran erinnert werden.
Mi
It was a simple thing, made from PVC pipe, but add a potato, some hair spray and a spark and it turned into a potato cannon that put dents in cars and heads alike. And let’s just say that my dad was NOT pleased.
Doug McIntire
potato is a vegetable i think i don’t know but i know it did destroy Ireland because they are dumb and can’t defeat a fucking potatoe famine. potatoes are pretty much gross unless they are mashed potatoes or fries which really doesn’t make sense either but hey whoever said this thing need to make sense.
jenni
potato is a vegetable i think i don’t know but i know it did destroy Ireland because they are dumb and can’t defeat a fucking potatoe famine. potatoes are pretty much gross unless they are mashed potatoes or fries which really doesn’t make sense either but hey whoever said this thing need to make sense.
jenni
Potatoes are great roasted, mashed, fried, baked, and boiled. There are many variety of potatoes small to large in size, many colors, textures, and flavors. They are inexpensive and make a great soup too! They are often seasoned with salt and pepper.
BK
I hate potatoes. They’re ugly. Brown. A whole country went to war over them. French fries. That’s all they’re good for. EW. Murky. Tea looking.
Mar
the potatoe farm was in dought this year. the people were starving as the government did nothing for them. outrage spilled out with the tears of teh dying mothers and childern. outrage. passion for a new life emergered within society. The end
Charlotte
Daniel used to make me potatoes on Sunday dinners, and we would sit out on the porch in the fading light of the Indiana summers and listen to mosquitoes hovering over the pond as we ate them. It’s my first Sunday since he died that I haven’t had potatoes with him.
Emily
Potato chips fell on the floor today and I squashed them with my feet. Squish. Crunch. Shatter. All over the carpet, she said, I’ll go get the broom. Can’t believe I did that. Ruined the nice carpet. Oh well.
Allie
potato, potato, sustain me; but, can i sustain you? with your roots, and trailing tendrils, how can i find your end?
BaroqueEcstasy
head
arlene
fat and greasy
sliding down my throat
covered in ketchup
but perfectly delicious and salty
nicole fuschetti
A roundish, hardish, whiitish lump of joy. Mashed, baked, adored, chipped , sauteed. Better than tobacco, longer lasting than cake
Jan
A potato growing in the ground is a secret kept by its garden. Buried just beneath the soil, it prospers in the darkness.
Lana
It was dirty, so she scrubbed it in the sink. She carefully cut them and fried them in oil. Then she laid them in front of him, waiting for his response.
alexandria
masa balqucina, rara, de aspecto turbio mas bien deliciosa, muchos usos que nos convierte en seres vivos, vivos no de hambre, comerla de la tierra, sucios bichos, mas lavada, mmmh! Deliciosa es la patata!
monteffiori
one word? potatos, potatos. we all love potatos. empty carbs. you can live forever off of potatos. i wouldn’t recommend it. fresh veggies and fruits is the best way to go.
court
potatos are pretty lovely, they get old and have little spuds sprout on them, meaning they get pretty old so you dont want to eat them. french fries made from this lovely vegetable are quite addicting and i must say mcdonalds puts some kind of addictive falvoring on it so you can’t stop eating them and always return for more, yum yum potatos, poor ireland with the famine
claire
brown cold rotten potatos sit in the freezer. bill always buys large quantities of things non of us eat, then likes to get upset when he sees things go bad, and thrown out. whatever. i’ve tried explaining to him that you can’t buy exsessively.
courtney
As I ate the potatos chips sitting in bed watching tv. I felt how small and sad we all can feel somedays. And god how aweful sourcream and onion makes your breath.
clare
the potatoes protruded out of the earth, not yet picked up. i wondered where packy had gone, since this batch still seemed to be healthy.
hadia
wtf
dags
Potato shards, unlike decides that toil and tumble by the directed force of shiny steel blades.
Lacerating, sending the organic material whirling into the atmosphere. The air is around us and it touches every part of us. The air that caresses your very eyes is a medium to which the potato will use to travel, deep, deep, deep within your puny sockets, your brittle skull. Let it reside. Let it reside deep. Let it travel within you and become a part of you so that we can butter you up. Buttery slathered into the middle of the steel frying pan. Baby you smell delicious. Baby you taste superb. Baby you fill my empty stomach.
(Oops, I may have gone about a minute overtime)
xanithxculsha48
The potato came out of the ground looking all dirty and nasty. Sadly to know that the potato will end up in my tummy. Because I love Potatoes.
Yesi
The potato cam out of the ground looking dirty and nasty sadly to know that that potato will probably be in my tummy. Because I love potatoes.
Yesica Ponce
My first love made me garlic mashed potatoes from scratch one night. He said they could only be made from scratch. Store bought potatoes freeze-dried in bags aren’t the same.
I loved him and his fresh potatoes.
Kamila
Why everyone tells you the potato is bad, it will make your hips explode wide enough to part the seas, you gotta get rid of the carbs, don’t be refined, be a slob, eat grass, it’s not good for you. But then when I think about what my grandmother eats, the staples in her cupboard, I find the potato.
Liz
I like eating patatoes.
Anton
a potato is simple, yet is the staptle point in many diets, it is versitile and useful, in many ways. it is not just fo eating, but can be used creatively too
emily
potato.
Ben Morse
Mr. Potato head was always kind of upset. Why is that? It seemed like he was always coming apart. Losing his head. (Literally.) While my childhood self simply laughed at his antics, I now feel for him. I’d help him find his eyes if he ever lost them.
Danielle
the potato was lodged firmly in my anus, i ws scared and didnt know if i should tell my mum, or try to get it out. i tried with a steak knife but that made thinds much worse
mike
i eat potatoes in school. they harvest them. once, there was a potato with a moustache, the kids played with him. they put eyeglasses and twirled him around, and then the next day they made him into fries. life.
jaja
I love potatoes. They are so versatile. You make French Fries, smashed potatoe, potatoe salad. They do have a lot of carbs though and will make you fat if you eat too many.
People with an immigration background in Germany call the native Germans “Kartoffel” -> potatoe. True story
Dimitri
I have two potatoes in my pantry. they’ve been there for so long that they’ve started to grow again. it amazes me to watch them grow like that
I first I was freaking out but then they reminded me of a piece of writing I had read a while ago. about how love is better defined as a potato than a rose. how they can grow even in the darkest places. how they are humble and mysterious. it made me think of my ex-girlfriend and how much I miss her.
oh well
such is life
I miss you Lauren.
potato, pa-tato. delicious, in french fry form, mashed form, and of course, vodka form.
He said he liked potatoes. I’d always thought potato is a funny word. I made him potato salad and we laughed ’cause I said the word too many times in a row. Anyway, I love him so.
Let the potato chips fall where they may, but why do they always fall on my hips? How can such a little crispy thing be my weakness? The salty, crispy pleasure in every potato chip. But one is too little and 100 isn’t too many!
potato, patahto. different ways to say the same thing. i wonder if thats the case with him, we can say the same things, just in different ways. only thing is, neither of us seems to realize it.
Potatoes are brown root vegetables that taste like heaven. They are known to come from places beginning with the letter “I” like Idaho and Ireland. They tend to cause famines when they aren’t farmed in vast enough quantities. Potatoes are my favorite vegetable because there is so much at stake when you buy them. :)
Ben schob die Kartoffel immer wieder mit der Gabel auf seinem Teller umher. Im Kreis, im Zickzack – durch das Ketchup. Es sah aus wie Blut. Unwillk¸rlich liefl er die Gabel sinken und presste unter dem Tisch die Finger zu F‰usten zusammen. Er wollte nicht wieder daran erinnert werden.
It was a simple thing, made from PVC pipe, but add a potato, some hair spray and a spark and it turned into a potato cannon that put dents in cars and heads alike. And let’s just say that my dad was NOT pleased.
potato is a vegetable i think i don’t know but i know it did destroy Ireland because they are dumb and can’t defeat a fucking potatoe famine. potatoes are pretty much gross unless they are mashed potatoes or fries which really doesn’t make sense either but hey whoever said this thing need to make sense.
potato is a vegetable i think i don’t know but i know it did destroy Ireland because they are dumb and can’t defeat a fucking potatoe famine. potatoes are pretty much gross unless they are mashed potatoes or fries which really doesn’t make sense either but hey whoever said this thing need to make sense.
Potatoes are great roasted, mashed, fried, baked, and boiled. There are many variety of potatoes small to large in size, many colors, textures, and flavors. They are inexpensive and make a great soup too! They are often seasoned with salt and pepper.
I hate potatoes. They’re ugly. Brown. A whole country went to war over them. French fries. That’s all they’re good for. EW. Murky. Tea looking.
the potatoe farm was in dought this year. the people were starving as the government did nothing for them. outrage spilled out with the tears of teh dying mothers and childern. outrage. passion for a new life emergered within society. The end
Daniel used to make me potatoes on Sunday dinners, and we would sit out on the porch in the fading light of the Indiana summers and listen to mosquitoes hovering over the pond as we ate them. It’s my first Sunday since he died that I haven’t had potatoes with him.
Potato chips fell on the floor today and I squashed them with my feet. Squish. Crunch. Shatter. All over the carpet, she said, I’ll go get the broom. Can’t believe I did that. Ruined the nice carpet. Oh well.
potato, potato, sustain me; but, can i sustain you? with your roots, and trailing tendrils, how can i find your end?
head
fat and greasy
sliding down my throat
covered in ketchup
but perfectly delicious and salty
A roundish, hardish, whiitish lump of joy. Mashed, baked, adored, chipped , sauteed. Better than tobacco, longer lasting than cake
A potato growing in the ground is a secret kept by its garden. Buried just beneath the soil, it prospers in the darkness.
It was dirty, so she scrubbed it in the sink. She carefully cut them and fried them in oil. Then she laid them in front of him, waiting for his response.
masa balqucina, rara, de aspecto turbio mas bien deliciosa, muchos usos que nos convierte en seres vivos, vivos no de hambre, comerla de la tierra, sucios bichos, mas lavada, mmmh! Deliciosa es la patata!
one word? potatos, potatos. we all love potatos. empty carbs. you can live forever off of potatos. i wouldn’t recommend it. fresh veggies and fruits is the best way to go.
potatos are pretty lovely, they get old and have little spuds sprout on them, meaning they get pretty old so you dont want to eat them. french fries made from this lovely vegetable are quite addicting and i must say mcdonalds puts some kind of addictive falvoring on it so you can’t stop eating them and always return for more, yum yum potatos, poor ireland with the famine
brown cold rotten potatos sit in the freezer. bill always buys large quantities of things non of us eat, then likes to get upset when he sees things go bad, and thrown out. whatever. i’ve tried explaining to him that you can’t buy exsessively.
As I ate the potatos chips sitting in bed watching tv. I felt how small and sad we all can feel somedays. And god how aweful sourcream and onion makes your breath.
the potatoes protruded out of the earth, not yet picked up. i wondered where packy had gone, since this batch still seemed to be healthy.
wtf
Potato shards, unlike decides that toil and tumble by the directed force of shiny steel blades.
Lacerating, sending the organic material whirling into the atmosphere. The air is around us and it touches every part of us. The air that caresses your very eyes is a medium to which the potato will use to travel, deep, deep, deep within your puny sockets, your brittle skull. Let it reside. Let it reside deep. Let it travel within you and become a part of you so that we can butter you up. Buttery slathered into the middle of the steel frying pan. Baby you smell delicious. Baby you taste superb. Baby you fill my empty stomach.
(Oops, I may have gone about a minute overtime)
The potato came out of the ground looking all dirty and nasty. Sadly to know that the potato will end up in my tummy. Because I love Potatoes.
The potato cam out of the ground looking dirty and nasty sadly to know that that potato will probably be in my tummy. Because I love potatoes.
My first love made me garlic mashed potatoes from scratch one night. He said they could only be made from scratch. Store bought potatoes freeze-dried in bags aren’t the same.
I loved him and his fresh potatoes.
Why everyone tells you the potato is bad, it will make your hips explode wide enough to part the seas, you gotta get rid of the carbs, don’t be refined, be a slob, eat grass, it’s not good for you. But then when I think about what my grandmother eats, the staples in her cupboard, I find the potato.
I like eating patatoes.
a potato is simple, yet is the staptle point in many diets, it is versitile and useful, in many ways. it is not just fo eating, but can be used creatively too
potato.
Mr. Potato head was always kind of upset. Why is that? It seemed like he was always coming apart. Losing his head. (Literally.) While my childhood self simply laughed at his antics, I now feel for him. I’d help him find his eyes if he ever lost them.
the potato was lodged firmly in my anus, i ws scared and didnt know if i should tell my mum, or try to get it out. i tried with a steak knife but that made thinds much worse
i eat potatoes in school. they harvest them. once, there was a potato with a moustache, the kids played with him. they put eyeglasses and twirled him around, and then the next day they made him into fries. life.
I love potatoes. They are so versatile. You make French Fries, smashed potatoe, potatoe salad. They do have a lot of carbs though and will make you fat if you eat too many.
People with an immigration background in Germany call the native Germans “Kartoffel” -> potatoe. True story
I have two potatoes in my pantry. they’ve been there for so long that they’ve started to grow again. it amazes me to watch them grow like that
I first I was freaking out but then they reminded me of a piece of writing I had read a while ago. about how love is better defined as a potato than a rose. how they can grow even in the darkest places. how they are humble and mysterious. it made me think of my ex-girlfriend and how much I miss her.
oh well
such is life
I miss you Lauren.