They Call Me Tater, Tater Salad.



I watched Ron White last night. Cracked me up. It’s about 55 degrees outside and rainy. Chilly, icky day. A day to sleep. And, considering I slept all of 2 hours last night.. I need it. I thought I could stay up so I would be able to sleep tonight, but I don’t think my eyes will stay open. I have so much to say I can’t contain myself. Note sarcasm. I wish I had more exciting things to post, like I humped some guy’s leg, or, won the lottery, but I don’t. I did clean the rat’s cages. Yes, I am a ball of joy. What the hell is a ball of joy anyway?

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2 Responses to “They Call Me Tater, Tater Salad.”

  1. PM says:

    Ron White cracks me up! Speaking of him… I have a DVD here waitin’ on me – but it’s Larry. He cracks me up, too. Found you by way of V4NY’s Theme TopSite dohinky…

  2. Beth says:

    LoL, I swear for 2 weeks after a friend and I watched the Blue Collar Tour, we would yell out “Git’er Done.” I also saw a license plate with it. He came here about a year ago but tickets were $50!

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