The Potatoes: Difference between revisions

When I went to the kitchen, I stuffed the potatoes in the refrigerator. Seven minutes later, I was as hungry (fat and proud of it) as a horse. I opened the refrigerator. There were no potatoes. There were (spoiler alert!) ''mashed'' potatoes.

 

 

The third day, this time I did not go to any store. Who would do this? A ghost? At night, while I was sleeping, I had a security camera. The next morning I looked at the footage. It was horrifying. The recording was replaced with "Shrek Is Love". That's it, I'm calling the cops. How dare they steal my precious potatoes. While I was turning around to grab the phone, I saw a Mr. Potato Head toy, covered in strawberry jelly.