Where for art thou Taterhead?
Deny thy farmer and refuse thy spud…
When Blu and I are having hard times I tend to do crazy things. But really I just sit back, relax, and try to let things flow to a better place. But seriously, don’t those arms just scream for some Shakespeare?
Oh and check out this moustache:
Blu put together this one:
And have Mr P’s glasses every looked any better?
And if you ever wondered, if you leave ham slices on the counter for even a fraction of a second, apparently this happens: