By Golly, I do believe there’s a potato on that bench, good sir!
A potato? How quaint! But wherest ever did it come from?
One can only imagine! Perhaps it fell from yonder tree!
What a marvelous imagination thoust has! But I wouldn’t hold a candle to that theory, my friend!
I jest not, good sir! Note the effervescent bloom. Change is afoot! Perhaps yonder tree holds some mysteries deep in her womb!
Aye, change doth sprout in spring. But it would be far more miraculous than mysterious if a tree didst birth a potato.
Pray tell, how doth thou sleep with no dreams in thy head? Unhand thy rigid grip on reality! Let thy mind twinkle in wondrous delight!
Wait, why are we talking like this?
Steady thy tongue, what sayeth thou?
Dude, seriously, what’s going on here?
Nothing but reveries and magic, good sir! A potato hath dropt from a tree!
Okay, this is getting pretty damn stupid. Potatoes grow in the ground. I know you know that.
I know not but what the mind’s eye winks in shade of the moon!
You know what… I’m done. I’m out of here. Enjoy your tree potatoes, jackass.
Fare thee well, good sir! Til the morrow, I presume?
Go fuck yourself.
WE’VE DONE 25 POTATOES OF THE DAY YOU GUYS. THAT’S SO MANY MORE THAN THE ZERO SIYA WANTED ME TO WRITE. I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT THIS SHIT. A BIG THANK YOU TO THE READER WHO SENT IN TODAY’S POTATO PHOTO. WHY AM I YELLING? BECAUSE POTAOTES GET ME JACKED UP, DUDES.
In other potato news, much like spring has transformed that tree, temporary change is coming to the Potato Of The Day format. Be sure to tune in next week as we embark on the start of a ten part murder mystery: POTATO NOIR.