It's been ages since I've last seen my love. No matter how hard I try I can only manage to see her at least once a week. I miss her. She always manages to evade my kiss.
I jut can't wait to get my hands on her. I want to pour the sauce all over her. Her favorite is barbecue. Mine is the white sauce at Full Moon. We always compromise with both sauces as well as cheese and butter with a bit of chicken on top.
I guess I should probably clarify more because as of right now, you are probably assuming that my love and I are just an extremely kinky couple. However, that is not the case. My love is a baked potato.
That's right. You heard me. No need to clean out your ears; I said. I am I love with a baked potato.
Our love definitely has its challenges. You see I am a firm believer in eating my food fast. It's almost as if I'm in prison and some huge, scary felon is going to steal it from me. That's a big no-no. No one and I repeat no one touches my potato.
Well If you're in love with a potato I assume that she has a name. Well there you'd be wrong. I prefer not to name them since they are almost always gone quickly.
I guess that's all I have for now! See you later. Love your big boy Andy!
