saving some fried potatoes.

dear shawn,
never mind about minnesota,
we take care of our peoples.
xoxoxox,
love,
albie.
delicious.
what's the secret?
naturally, i'd say it's the wine.....
wait.
wrong album.
actually, there are two secrets.
i mean it.
sriracha.
and red devil.
what?
normally, i'd agree with ya'll that slicing tiny cubes
out of really bangin' taters is the most important part.
but c'mon,
that rests a little bit of a too-heavy burden
on the powdered hungarian hottness, yeah?
i'm just sayin':
a little paprika sprinkle just doesn't have the activation essence.
you want your homestyle homeboy fry-up to go to eleven, right?
well, then you need to hit up the huy fong and the trappey's.
that's twice the hot pepper sauce, ya'll.
one that's thick, gloppity, and garlic heavy,
and another other one that's sharp and sweet and wet.
it's the secret double-up combination
that activates the yum4tum tastiness.
some people don't use mincey little onion dots in their homers.
those people are A-holes.
hell, i get down with the GPOP, too.
that's garlic powder and onion powder.
they are important,
especially if you're vegan.
they make the plain stuff turn dope.
a light dusting of dried up deliciousness.
it's got activation powers, y'heard?
it's like adding in sparkle magic flavor sprinks, my ninjas.
and you gots to get busy with the sprinks.
i'll just say it;
if you don't get down with the GPOP,
i can't get down with you.
and you can go down on your dad,
because you suck balls.
word up...i said it.
...........
i worked.
on my day off.
on some honeymooners.
and made the sweet moolah,
uncle rico-style.
for long islanders,
they were pretty cool.
oh, c'mon.
seriously,
they were turbo nice folks,
and they even got the smart-person jokes
that usually fly well over the heads of the locals.
i could hang out a bit,
even though they pop boners for dave.
i guess you leave off the matthews if you're ''in the know''.
i wasn't then,
but i am now.
although i still hate cargo shorts and visors.
go figure that one out.
it's easier to materially fast when you're at work.
it's the reverse of having fun and spending money.
i also drove around smoking a pipe,
in my truck,
with my hellacious a-tard pitbull in the passenger seat.
i went to the dump, my duders.
i went to the storage unit, too.
full-bed chore action.
when that type of hot hard-hearted style is happening,
the manliness is off the meter;
never quiet, never soft.....