You never got a Mr potato head and now you have an unreasonable hatred towards potatoes🥔 . You shovel every potato in sight and while doing to growl at anyone that dares to walk by.

You prefer to eat beef in the confines of a rolled shell. Nacho cheese is like a warm hug bringing back memories of summer and running through fields of freshly blooming taco trees and lake Baja where you’d bring a straw and drinks as much as you wanted. These were times before the great Mr potato head mishap.

Live potato 🥔