We're raising mashed potatoes.
A paracetamole!
Baghdad
And the dad says: 'Wealth is caviar, champagne and women. Poverty is hot pocket, beer and your mother!'
You can mash potatoes, but you can't pee soup. (sorry sorry. Really. I've loved this joke since I was... oh.. six...)
He wanted to grow mashed potatoes.
Because they like raising a stink!
Amadeus on my dais.
He wanted to be published on Pork Avenue.
A Porky-Pine
He wanted to chase the catfish!
Five after one.