Saturday, October 15, 2011

A potato in the pants & Werner Herzog reading "Go the F**k to Sleep"

Tonight it is actually not them, but me.  The last few nights?

The big one claimed a potato mysteriously materialized in his pajama pants.  Then he produced the potato.  It is sitting on the kitchen counter now.  Friday night, he saw it there while I was cooking dinner and asked what I was going to do with it.

I answered, "Cook it up and serve it to you!"  He looked shocked.  I said, "Well, then...  Don't go putting perfectly good food in your pants then if you don't plan on eating it later."

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