He wanted to grow mashed potatoes.
crowd goes wild B:I SAID WHO WANTS TO HEAR SOME SYMPHONIES *crowd goes nuts B:I CANT HEAR YOU!
How will I ever find another performer of your caliber? (Source: a dad on thanksgiving)
By using their instinks and common scents!
Because they hate the French Press. (This joke used to be more topical)
Because he is always pulling on his ears.
Someone told him he should get an apple Mac
We're raising mashed potatoes.
If it ends up on your wall, you're probably retarded.
Me: Let's not rush things, OK
He invested in beanstocks!
He was soda pressed.
You can't mash Frankenstein.
Guacamole.
