Submitted by GothicVampire222
My experience is sad and might cause trauma to younger generations of potatoes:
As we all know, potatoes grow old and die and turn into fries or wedges, and the unlucky ones into...oh dear...mashed potato.
So a few weeks ago I was granting a few potatoes their last wishes before they die and get fried, so I peeled them and it felt like betraying my people cause as I sliced into their cold bodies, and tears filled my eyes. But then my stomach felt good so my day got better. Forgive me all potatoes, "Pardonnez-moi" french fries.
Thank you Gothic for the submission, please leave more experiences in the comments, I'll write them as fast as I can.
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POTATO KINGDOM
Randoma story where Potato's like me can come and share their experiences as potato's, for the younger generations!
