The Honey Pot

echoesofoswin:

leonkuwatastonguepiercing:

mukuroikusabaka:

finish this sentence: m

y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.

What the actual fuck

(Source: therealyosuke, via runetangclan)

womaninterrupted:

pbsparents:

DREAM BIG!

Is this the childhood drawing of
jennhoney
?

i might be a potato

(Source: blaaargh, via runetangclan)

carlosison:

Same.

(Source: maliatates)

sirpuddleduck:

tastefullyoffensive:

[adano]

Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

sirpuddleduck:

tastefullyoffensive:

[adano]

Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

(via coffeepizzatentacles)

One of the first things I said this morning was *sigh* “are we really sharing potatoes?” 

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

One of the first things I said this morning was *sigh* “are we really sharing potatoes?”

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

womaninterrupted:

Why the hell don’t I make colcannon all the time? It’s so damn good.

Murble is having a small gathering tomorrow that I don’t want at gather at:

me: are you making colcannon?

AuntMurble:

me: mashed potatoes wit

AuntMurble: no. I’m making corned beef.

me: *low moan with death rattle-y gasps for breath*

AuntMurble:

me: will you make it if I stand here and look sad?

AuntMurble: YES!

apotatoblog:
Raucous potatoing ALL WEEKEND LONG

Raucous potatoing ALL WEEKEND LONG