Who know what I hate? That fact that potatoes look so ugly.
*looks in the mirror*
Wait... Is that a potato I spy?
*accidentally slaps herself in the face*
Welp, no surprise there. But hey, at least I'm not one of those people who wears fifty million pounds of make-up.
*looks at magazine* Well damn they look good. Maybe I should try...
*looks at mirror again*
Nahhhh. I'm to perfect. And lazy. Screw it!
*runs outside and is greeted by in human screams of the living* Hello America!
