a Story from my Life

Well I know I don't like to tell you much about myself(who knows which creep is reading this, and if you are that creep then stop reading this), but I thought I should tell this story any way. Where I come from people are very serious about their potatoes like really that's all there is, just potatoes, that's are only claim to fame. Any way I was working on the line one day, actually I was on the clod hopper(a machine that tries to take some dirt out of the load of potatoes before they go back into the shed and my job is to throw the good potatoes it picks out back on the line), and I go to grab one of those potatoes. This is the good part, you haven't lived until you go to grab a potato and you end up grabbing it's insides because the outer shell is so thin and your fingers just break through. The insides are like a pudding one that looks bad, smells bad, and most of all is bad.

p.s. I have nothing to write here today