Good-by

I threw away that rank potato today. It was completely moldy. Not a fraction of it was left that wasn't either crumpled inwards or covered in a cancerous fungus. Gross. Eyuck. Eck. Nyeeeh. Nasty.

You know. I suddenly don't really feel like writing more. Ah, that's weird. Oh well. That's it I guess. Here's a completely unsubstantial piece of shit for anyone unlucky enough to stumble upon this.