oh, boyoboyoboy! Smith's had 15 lb sacks of taters for a buck thirty!! That's less than ten cents/lb!! YIPPEEE!!!!
I got 2 sacks. AND sour cream on sale! AND butter on sale: a buck fifty/lb! AND Maya sweet onions: REALLY BIG ONES for ONION RINGS!!!
ON the way home, I found a big, wooden packing crate: almost big enuff to curl up in! You shoulda seen me with all them taters and crap and that BIG ol box, all in my little stroller! ROFLMAO!
I came home & baked TEN TATERS! I just finished a BIG one, with cheese, pepper, butter and sour cream...basically, a heart attack on a plate!
Chili taters! Vegie taters! Spaghetti sauce taters! Tuna taters! I LOVE TATERS!
The packing crate will be lined with "hay" from the weeds I pulled and newspaper. I'm gonna grow junk in it! It's tall as my knees! I could grow pumpkins in it!!
I'm full of potato, even the bit I snorted out my nose, reading Scott's post in my newsgroup! Pepper in a nostril is PAINFUL!
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." ~~~~~ Dom Helder Camara poverty politics homelessness justice disability accessability prejudice tolerance addiction liberation ignorance resourcefulness illiteracy education abuse struggle hate love depression celebration disease health greed generosity
Poverty Is Not an Accident
Nelson Mandela
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