Today, my little sister came home to a lovely clean house (it was extremely difficult to pull myself away from naked lunch) and asked me if I wanted a potato. I don't know about anyone else, but when I think of a potato, I don't really picture anything too spectacular. Don't get me wrong I really love them.. I just wasn't in a plain jane potato kind of mood. So she sits down beside me with a uge plate of the most delicious looking hashbrowns I have ever seen and WONT SHARE. You didnt ask me if I wanted hashbrowns!!! You asked if I wanted a potato. She is dead meat. What should I upstage her with?
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