There they were in a pile, a pile of little spuds. And I remember, I, I, I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized, like I was shot, like I was shot with a diamond, a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God, the genius of not peeling them. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure.
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1 Snake_____86 2018-11-17
There they were in a pile, a pile of little spuds. And I remember, I, I, I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized, like I was shot, like I was shot with a diamond, a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God, the genius of not peeling them. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure.
1 ScottSummersOmegaLVL 2018-11-17
the starch.. the starch..
1 JMueller2012 2018-11-17
— Bob Kelly
1 Stan_Halen_ 2018-11-17
The horror
1 doxxbrown 2018-11-17
Irish heaven
1 Puppy_Action_Squad 2018-11-17
You're just some potato peeler cumia.
1 Puppy_Action_Squad 2018-11-17
You're just some potato peeler cumia.
1 all_copacetic 2018-11-17
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1 all_copacetic 2018-11-17
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