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My dad keeps giving me potatoes.

Leftover potatoes from dinner to bring home. And every time I either think:

or

Either works, but what the hell am I supposed to do with these? I don’t cook potatoes. I cook pasta, and bake things.

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tay

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POE-TAY-TOES!

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TAY

TOES

So, my mom cooked a lovely turkey dinner for the three of us (mom, cousin, and me), which had turkey, mashed potatoes, peas, croissants, and stuffing.  It was delicious, very much so.

After my initial plateful was empty, I decided to get up and grab another croissant and some more mashed potatoes.  While I was putting the latter on my plate, there was sort of an awkward silence in the room minus my cousin’s baby’s cooing.  So, to break it, I burst out into song with the Taters Song from Lord of the Rings.

My cousin burst out laughing while my mom gave me the ‘WTF is wrong with you child?’ look, and I just grinned and laughed as I ventured back over to my seat.  Neither of them got it, of course.

GEEKINESS FTW!

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my dad got mad because I peeled too many potatoes. 
But  Iove potoatoes,
Why cant my dad be like Samwise?

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