Just For The Holl of It: May 2005

Jerry was in a play called A Man of No Importance recently. I'll talk about that next entry. I've actually already written most of that entry. I just don't feel like finishing it right now, and I've got to get to work. Perhaps I'll write about that later, too. But the point I'm trying to make here is, Jerry leant me his Man of No Importance soundtrack, and this chick who plays that girl in the blue coat sings, "You can only talk about potatoes so long." Well, I've got news for her.

Potatoes are delicious. They're full in carbie-goodness. Why, I love potatoes so much, I could eat them every day of the year. If I were a potato farmer, let me tell you, I would be a happy Holly. Just last night, I ate mashed potatoes with a side of fries, which were filled with... YOU GUESSED IT! ...potatoes. Earlier that day, I had some hash browns. I never understood what was up with that punishment where they make people peel potatoes. I mean, dude--you could turn those babies into sweet potato cassarole! Man, my mouth is watering just thinking about potatoes.

Alright, I guess I should get to work now, but you kids remember to eat your frickin' potatoes. They're delectable. Now just sit back and enjoy these lyrics by "Weird Al" Yankovic.

"Addicted to Spuds"

Potato skins, potato cakes

Hash browns and instant flakes

Baked or boiled or French fried

There's no kind you haven't tried

You planned a trip to Idaho

Just to watch potatoes grow

I understand how you must feel

I can't deny they've got a peel

Wo, you like 'em whether they're plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah

Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough

You know, you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to spuds

Your greasy hands, your salty lips

Looks like you found the chips

Your belly aches, your teeth grind

Some tater tots would blow your mind

And you don't mind if they're not cooked

You need your fix, I guess you're hooked

And late at night you always dream

Of bacon bits and sour cream

Wo, you like 'em even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah

It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

I'm giving up, it's just no use

Another case of spud abuse

What can I say, what can I do

Potato bug has got me, too

Woah, I used to hate 'em, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah

I've often seen 'em whipped, but they just can't be beat

Now I'm gonna have to face it, I'm addicted to spuds