I’m always tickled-slash-troubled whenever I spy random shizz on the street while I’m commuting to work. I suppose sometimes the stuff is worthless, but other times I’m certain that somepony is missing something important.
It’s rainy and craptastic in the northeast today, and on my walk this morning from the train station to my office in the city, I spied a lonely potato in a puddle by the curb. It was sad and stuff because I imagine that maybe that lonely potato was destined for bigger and greater things, like maybe it was supposed to grow up to be the star of a yum poutine or play a featured role in a nice corn chowder. But instead the lonely potato was carelessly tossed aside in the rain like some kind of common trash.
I thought about rescuing the lonely potato from its sad fate on the mean streets of New York City, but then I realized that I’m evil and stuff now, so I walked away without giving that lonely, homeless potato a second thought.
OK, full disclosure: I actually picked up the lonely potato and put it in a trash can because I might be evil, but I still believe that vegetables and stuff deserve at least of modicum of dignity. Plus, littering isn’t cool.

I’m always tickled-slash-troubled whenever I spy random shizz on the street while I’m commuting to work. I suppose sometimes the stuff is worthless, but other times I’m certain that somepony is missing something important.

It’s rainy and craptastic in the northeast today, and on my walk this morning from the train station to my office in the city, I spied a lonely potato in a puddle by the curb. It was sad and stuff because I imagine that maybe that lonely potato was destined for bigger and greater things, like maybe it was supposed to grow up to be the star of a yum poutine or play a featured role in a nice corn chowder. But instead the lonely potato was carelessly tossed aside in the rain like some kind of common trash.

I thought about rescuing the lonely potato from its sad fate on the mean streets of New York City, but then I realized that I’m evil and stuff now, so I walked away without giving that lonely, homeless potato a second thought.

OK, full disclosure: I actually picked up the lonely potato and put it in a trash can because I might be evil, but I still believe that vegetables and stuff deserve at least of modicum of dignity. Plus, littering isn’t cool.

  1. electradaddy said: Poor potato. Maybe it can hookup with that lamp from the IKEA commercial - the one that looked all sad & lonely in the rain when the owner tossed it because he bought a new one.
  2. majestic-jc reblogged this from lazydad
  3. havekidslaughmore said: I saw all these apples on the side of the highway once and for some reason it was so sad. Poor abandoned apples.
  4. thehobodad said: Poor lonely spud!
  5. thisismyotherface reblogged this from lazydad and added:
    And this is why I love you.
  6. oneluckyelephant said: I’m pretty sure only you could make me feel sad over a lost potato. Xo
  7. pickyourheartupoffthefloor said: best post of the week
  8. julianascorner said: You’re not that evil after all
  9. mamamusement said: I sort of love how your shadow looks like Dark Helmet from “Spaceballs.” Just goes with the whole evil vibe you have going….LOL.
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