The bastard next to the mashed potatoes


Damm, she thought to herself, this is one about the only reasons  come, Auntie Tracey’s potatoes.   Everybody in the family has the receipt ,but they don’t come out like hers.  Maybe somebody will ask for some,  and then they can pass me the potatoes. I haven’t spoken to that nigger in years and I ani’tContinue reading “The bastard next to the mashed potatoes”