potato.

baked potato bar?
okay.

bam-a-lama!
it's gonna take a whole holy helluva lot of starchy
tuberous-rooted vegetables to put the sleek and shinyness
to another 'nother other long day of 'butter.
just sayin', neighbors:
work is a bleary blr of b!tchbaggery,
and play is more of the same.
will it be stumps and hot fire to the rescue?
i sure hope so.
plus,
THOR is in theaters, son!
neighbors,
plot is irrelevant in this instance.
there's a lightning-striking viking
with a mutha-flippin' hammer,
flying around and bashing sh!t.
c'mon.
that's all you need.
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there's plenty of real life unfolding,
what with helpful houseguests
and late-night gun meetings,
it seems like there's more relaxing
and limit-raising elevenness occurring all the time.
our peoples are pleased,
our prowess is powerful,
and our evening's excellence is assured.
hottness, my ninjas,
and stinky stumplestiltskins,
and barbarian asgard guardians.
damn, duders,
that's a positive recreational outlook for sure;
never quiet, never soft.....