PeculiarPotatoPresents:Popular Coffee Shop Chains Are Breeding Grounds For Tween Spy’s/////Occupy WallStreet Now!//Waiting Room Blues////

“Hello my spuds,I hope you are well on this long Thanksgiving weekend.”" And for my American friends an early Thanksgiving salute too you as well, even though your thanksgiving celebration isn’t until November 24Th.”" I’m not gonna lie it has been a ruff month for me to say the least,but, I thought I would try to steal away a little happiness, as much as I can at this time,and since writing is like meditation for me what the hell.”"I already feel guilty” My Pops is in the hospital as I speak fighting for his life after a tough bypass operation.”"No simple procedure since the doctors bypassed five blocked arteries.”"So I call it a fivepass Op.”

Like I said I’m gonna a steal a little time to talk about other things,but I find myself talking about the same thing anyway but this time I will talk about the environment I was in for three straight days and six days altogether.  ”Imagine yourself outside a mammoth building with a giant H,it’s intimidating”"Now imagine yourself inside the beast,and holyshit, right there in the corner is a Tim Hortins!”"I was thinking coldpotatosoup that is convenient.”"Then I thought of Canada and how soon enough our army will be wearing Tim Hortin swag for uniforms.”"Tim Hortins has systematically taken over Canada.”" If you are American reading this. just think of Starbucks.”"And Damn we have a lot of Starbucks here too.”"Coffee shops be full of spy’s! Christ they already know what you eat and how you pay and your body language plus facial features.”"I was right, it is a conspiracy!”

“Under the fog of a steeped tea I realized this is a hospital.”"Timmy’s even knows our ailments.”"I’ll keep a close eye on those tweens working for C.S.I.S.,Canadian version of C.I.A.”"Anyway……Fastforward..”What is with all the grammar?” I don’t have any grammar skills.”Fuck it…………..Fasforward.”"So I find myself on the second floor waiting room with people I’ve never met but soon build a close bond of misery with.” “The room is no personality eggshell white” with a picture of the people who were nice enough to donate this waiting room for us grievers.” I think they’re really Sadists in disguise!”"They probably have their own camera mounted in the corner so they get a better view of the weeping, the sick fuckers!”"Oh shit that plaque is already twenty years old and by the looks of the people who donated the room,either they lived to a hundred or I’m just a crazy Potato……Hmmmmmmm.”"Fastforward>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>….” In the whole entire room there was one painting brush strokes and all,I know,I felt them!”"The painting was of a sunny day in October.”"I’m thinking how convenient that is. Hey it’s October so we’ll throw up the old Autumn painting.”"Here take down this summer painting Timmy, you know what to do.”"Throw in the backroom over there,and keep it well out of eye shot!”

Three different floors three different waiting rooms all as impersonal as the last.” the sofa were a comfortable as sleeping on a triangle which I did for three days.” I’m just saying spend a little money fuckers!”"Maybe I’m being to ruff ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….Fastforward>>>>>>>>….. I stocked up on donuts and every other unhealthy thing I could for some kind of sustenance,this made me feel even more guilty”"There were T.V.’s in every waiting room, some even had their own washrooms,but, I swear to God that every room had a relic from the past watching either soaps or local politics at night.”"I would gap in and out of sleep wondering when this nightmare would end,even today I know I have to go back there for the sake and love of my Dad.”" I’m bitching for fun just because waiting rooms are exactly made for what their name implies,waiting.But,when a family is waiting in the I.C.U.waiting rooms the seconds seem like minutes, the minutes like hours”"So all you Hospital bigwigs out there spend a little money on good sofas.”"Because all your selling with your bowl of wax fruit is the Illusion of comfort”

“On a serious note you doctors and nurses keep up the good work.We put are lives in your hands.”"I also realize that the government is constantly cutting essential programs from our healthcare,or charging to high a price for some other programs!”"The last day I was there, as i was leaving I went to Timmy’s for a Honey Cruller,(I love those things!”)’But, before I asked for my honey cruller the young man at the counter said honey cruller sir.”" I looked towards every corner of the store and then into the eyes of the enemy and said” No,no,just a plain doughnut.”"The kid eyed me as I eyed him back.I said “until next time Timmy! Until next time.”…….and I was gone.

All my love to my Dad and the giant motley crue of freedom warriors all over America and soon to be Canada to stay safe out there with those system whores, the cops.”"Help Bring down Wallstreet and the worlds banksters! They are a plague but we will morph into a superior virus and destroy them! Another shout out to Anonymous,Well played and I love what your doing I just hope you’re not another black Op surprise. but from what I’ve seen I think you’re here to aid, like you say. the 99%.”..”Go out into the street free Men and Woman,fight for your freedoms!” PeculiarPotato Out.

 

Hello

I recently wrote a blog about a personal event in my life that brings up very strong emotions. For those who care,(hello ego) I’ve taken it down. I read that particular post thrice over and I didn’t feel that what I wrote accurately portrayed what I felt. Although what I said is true. I don’t feel it was the right time to write about it. I was in shock,with little sleep and sick( the perfect storm.) I would like to come back at a later date,waaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy later date Hopefully,and upon further reflection and a less impulsive nature, write with the knowledge that I covered the story/(blog) with the dignity my love one deserves. For those who have a purest point of view and think that taking the blog down was the wrong thing to do because it was in the heat of the moment and all that jazz, I think someone re-blogged it somewhere…. All my love to Pops!!!!! Be good spuds and love one another.Goodnight///Goodmorning………P.P.M.S.M……That will be all! Thank you. 

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: Potato Artist Goes Mad And Peels Off His Own Skin With A Potato Peeler///Eat,Bleed,Paint///

“Hello my Spuds and welcome to another installment of ummmmmmm PeculiarPotatoPresents: Something,yes. Anyways, I hope you are all well and rested and sexually active….What!…Forward…….K, Today was another great lazing around day. And so, I began to paint.” I have little,or,no idea how to paint! But,I have paint, and brushes so that is a good start. I have this mini canvas I bought at the dollar store around four years ago,and so,I’ll be using it. So I began my painting.Then I quickly stopped! I wondered what type of painter I am? A Realist? Surrealist,?Minimalist,?Abstract?Etc.?……..Fuck it! fast-forward……………..Oh Hi. I kinda left this blog for an hour or two. I was hungry and so I ate a left over burger…..SweetPotato you didn’t hear that.Anyway, Now I’m back, but I didn’t come unarmed. no no no.I have ketchup,mustard,and pesto.hahhahaha oh yes. Time to paint!……..damn mustard cap cut me! Hold on I’m a trained professional at bandage care. The cap pinched the top of my pointer finger…………..Holyshit…….blood makes a nice red…mmmuaaahhhhaaahhahah! I’m a mad painter. I seriously used some of my blood to paint. I’m sure it has been done many times but, has it been done with Pesto, mustard,ketchup?

My hand was throbbing from me squeezing out the blood onto my makeshift pallet,so, I walked to the washroom sat down on the side of the tub with my bandages,rubbing alcohol, and paper towel. I am a true paranoid when it comes to cuts. So, aside from cauterizing my own flesh,I doused my cut in rubbing alcohol………..Jesusmaryofst.peterstesticles get on with it…….Fast-Forward….Oh hello again. I got side tracked again I’m learning this wicked blues lick by Marty Shwartz on youtube. Check Marty out somtime if you find your way onto youtube. I didn’t really mean to give him a plug mostly because he doesn’t need it.But, he really is a good guitar teacher and it’s free…FUCK!>>>>>>>>>>>>Fast-Forward………..”Hola, My Spuds! I’m back in the painting groove most of my blood has dried so, I just added water to perk it up. Sick you say….Fuck you! I am an artiste!haahhaha Anyway, I started the painting with nice mix of black and white shading until I realized I just made grey. So,I added more white to saturate the shade. I put two black dots right in the middle of the painting.Then in the middle of those dots I put in a mix of pesto and mustard,heavy on the Pesto. You see these are the eyes. I decided to make a self portrait without a mirror.I decided to make a self portrait from what I thought of myself and some of what I ate.The ketchup and alot of white paint made up the facial features and the blood made the skin “POP” hahahhaWHAT!…..Forward. So yes, I made a painting.Strange?Yes,most definitely! 

The painting looked like shit and yet it spoke to me. It said: “Potato, you are crazy!” I turned around with all the drama of a grand thespian and replied, “no! No! fake painted potato, you’re crazy!.”..and…end seen….Well done everyone. it’s a rap.Painting me was right, in a way,I shouldn’t of added fleshy tones to a potato self portrait.So I added tons of brown and all is well again,I think. So now me and my picture are having tea together, I must say he doesn’t say much,I think that is why I like him so much……But the way he looks at me sometimes makes me think he is gonna kill me in my sleep…….I will study his habits and get back to you Spuds….Maybe you can save me from myself…. Although he is an indolent fellow he scares me just the same……I will keep him close just like the saying says,but, If he is close it is easier to push the knife in…………….What!….Fast-Forward…………..SweetPotato save me…..Madness has taken hold of me and I fear I’ve taken hold of madnesssssssssssssssssssss…………Love you all good..day………PeculiarPotato…….P.P. Ohhhhhya that art work above is not mine.Mine is more sinistermmmuuaaahhhhhpoop.

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: Gather Round And I’ll Tell Ye The Story O’ The Weeping Man///Yogurt And Crackers Go Well Together?!?!??

“Hello Spuds. i hope you are well.” Ok Enough of the hello stuff………….get on with it.Fast-forward….fast-forward…k …and…stop! Well I had my first hot chocolate and marsh-mellow today,it was yummms . Now I’m having my fourth and my belly feels really good. I have no cookies. I have nothing to make cookies and I think that a nice peanut butter cookie would go nice with my hot chocolate. Anyways, I’ve really tried hard to wake up each day and play my guitar. It seems in recent years I’ve neglected the one thing that makes me the most happy.I love to strum an acoustic and sing,feels like god is tickling my toes when I sing. So I’ve done super kick ass at that for the past week or so.I feel happy just because I have done it. You might be asking yourself why the hell can’t this idiot just get out of bed and play his guitar?Well,I have gotten into the habit of bombarding myself with news and lots of it every morning.So when I wake I need my fix…..Insane?Yes…..Fast-forward….

Well it’s official,I cry at early morning movies. I’m a big enough man to admit it! Maybe it’s that I’ve spent to much time coasting through news channel after news site on the net that I tend too slow down all the madness with a mind boggling bad flick.It’s crazy! I watched Marley and Me right( it was free)…And well the end and five hundred other fucking parts made me weep. I just pray that friends don’t decide to stop over while I soak the pillow with my man tears. I swear to god that little dirt particles call my eyes the Great Falls and vacation near them……….What!!!!!!!!…..Fast-forward….So now I see on the movie channel there is Marley and Me the Early Years…..Fuck that! I know how it ends so fuck you Movie rental thingy!. The fact is, when I watch a emotionally charged film In the morning I get really emotional. If I watch the same flick at night I don’t cry or nothing……Fast-Forward………..

“Spuds I’m gonna for-go the political crap for another time. Because at this time there are more pressing matters.” One of those matters is one thousand views. Even if those views were a glance at my somewhat Peculiar blog than I would be happy. some bloggers get a thousand views on one story and think nothing of it.The other matter is comments. I love your comments! So don’t be afraid to leave one! Bad or good it’s all sexy. Now I know that I have said some of theses things before about my blog but It really is nice to know that people enjoy your blog or hate it……….

just in case you missed my last blog……My toothbrush doesn’t taste like soap anymore…thank-you…Fast-forward……….Shout-out time….This blog goes out to the lovely Katharina. Her food makes me hungry and I pretend that my food looks like hers until I realize all that is in front of me is yogurt on a cracker…….yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah…..sad…….So check out Katharina’s Food Adventures……….Her food will make you eyegasm!…………..until next time my Spuds………PeculiarPotato………..is…….out…. You’re not the pizza man!ahhhhhh burglars with cracker shaped heads and yogurt hands……mmmmmmbyeeeeee. 

 

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: Tropical Breeze: The New Taste in Toothpaste/////Fall into Fall…..

“Wow what a week my spuds. “I spent most of it in a drunken stupor, or in a washroom somewhere( (you know how it is!)”I’ve tried to slow down and take it easy but these summer nights are intoxicating, add to the equation alcohol, and bingo, I’m all fucked up!” I hope you are all well my Spuds and are having a wonderful summer!” 

Summer is coming to an end for another year,which is fine because I love the fall. extra layers of cloths start to cover my body.  Trees begin to blush and air begins to cool . The days grow shorter and all of my favorite TV series come back. Hockey begins.Football begins. I write much more in the fall I find. The cool blue nights bring fresh air into my lungs.Invigorating! all of the known animal kingdom hunkers down for the coming winter. Squirrels and Chipmunks ready themselves by fattening their cheeks with nuts.Birds fly high above in giant V’s venturing to places we could only dream. People begin to bunch themselves together to stay out of the cold. At bars,pubs,restaurants,and coffee-shops people flock to then group into awkward social obscene’s . The summer is a most magical time. In the Fall I watch all that once blossomed before me only a month before now lie wilted on the flattened grass.The reminders of mortality are everywhere and so it seems endless. I feel the most alive in the spring and fall.

K, there is one thing I have to tell you about me yesterday that you might find funny. Ok, Saturday morning I did my usual hangover routine( which I think I have told in many earlier stories and won’t bore you with them now) Anyways, I was about to brush my teeth,now at this exact moment my head was fucking pounding,,,I know Spuds/////////It is my fault my headache was self induced.Back to the story! So I grabbed my toothbrush ( baby step one done!) Then something strange happened, I put my toothbrush under the soap pump and began to squirt soap all over my toothbrush.Remember this was after days of drinking.But,just think about it for a second. did I lose that brain cell or at least  kill the synapse between the cells that have been fused together since I first learned to brush my teeth?You see, after I washed all the soap from my brush I still had to brush my teeth and so I did. I swear to you that the taste of soft soap has not left my toothbrush in four brushes now. What is that soap called again( Hold on be right back) I’m back. The name of the soap is Tropical Breeze…..Here is a bit of advice when you see a toothpaste called “Tropical Breeze”,Run for your fucking lives! Or roll,because you are Spuds.

I must go now my Spuds, gotta buy a new toothbrush…………Sincerely……..Peculiar..Potato.

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents:Bread,Cheese,Eggs,And Ham,Oh My!///I Think The Sun Is Stalking Me!Conspiracy?Maybe.////

“Today is a special day my spuds!”" Today is,Wait for it,wait for it, feel good day,at least in my world it is.”"Now tell me spuds how have you been,during this hot ass, late, July and, early August?”I’ve tried my best to stay away from the news and it’s petty news.Are we dead yet? For all I know millions of hydrogen bombs are heading our way and I wouldn’t even know it. AhhhhhhhP.P you silly fucker like it would even matter if it all came to that, I’d be fried like deep fried butter sticks.

So I awoke today to the sounds of Cardinals chirping outside my window. I was sweating because The sun had crawled its way onto my face.My hair was soaking wet with perspiration. My eyes opened only to be instantly blinded by the suns rays. Newton would have enjoyed that. All I could think of was food. But first,shower. After a rather cold shower I dried myself quickly,well as quick as a round,bulging,Potato can. I thought of grilled cheese. Yes, grilled cheese, that humble fusion of cheddar cheese and bread. I walked to the kitchen dressed in my indoor shorts and my old, plaid, tethered,button up, ready to do some simple cooking. Looking in the fridge I noticed some shaved, Black forest ham,yum.”Now it’s on” I thought. I buttered my bread and then I stopped,wait, i said out loud there are some eggs in their too.so, I had french toast,grilled cheddar and black forest ham sandwiches. Fucking A1 brothers and sisters and tots.

Later, after I digested my meal and ate a banana,I had a sudden urge to write. So I did just that. This blog doesn’t count! Well it helps me come down after a  full day of splitting my head open for ideas then ever so carefully put my thoughts into words,later sentences,pages,and so on. I think I’ve written many blogs like this in one way or another.Same theme I think.I enjoy these days when I get them. When I sat down to write earlier today I looked out the window facing me and realized what a beautiful day it has become.So like any writer I forgot about the great day and dug in deep to finish or at least somewhat move past the nothing I started the day with.

I received a check in the mail today,worth an undisclosed amount of money. It was a small sum but I’ll take what I can get and it should help me out for the rest of the month. Dam this is a good tea! Sorry i changed the subject.No I’m not sorry, I quite enjoyed it! I think it is time to check out Youtube to find out what crazy conspiracies I can drudge up too then later bring up at a family function. They all think i’m crazy anyway, my family that is. Although it is Monday people try and have some fun even smile because the next time we talk life might have just thrown me a curve-ball.

Sincerely,………………..PeculiarPotato…….

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: The Western World Turns A Blind Eye As Somalia Starves/PotatoPudgeServesUpTheFilletMignon/Rich Run For Fear as London Burns.

” Hello Tots, It’s has been sometime since I spoke with you,I hope you still hold a special place in your rectum for me.” Where to start? Well,there is rioters in the streets of London. Every lame streamer in Canada,The United States,and Britain all say they are thugs who have no disregard for the law. Maybe the people are sick of being poor, Cameron! I still haven’t heard one word about the black youth who was killed by police,at least not by the politicians. Prime Minister D. Cameron referred to all the rioters as thugs. Funny that they found people from all walks of life engaged in the sodomy of London, even the the united kingdoms diplomat to the summer games was in the fray.

Now, for the blogs i haven’t written,well,the end of July is easily explained,Fucking Hot! You may say you pussy Potato, my retort is fuck you! Too Hot!.The very end of July rolling headlong into August,I spent a week or so with my brother Potato Pudge. Who also lives in London,The Canadian version. I enjoyed myself immensely. I road the bus there and back, I love that ride.My bro and I decided we would record some music. But, our laziness got the best of us, and so,we finished one song. Not that the one song wasn’t enough no,no,no. We just spent our time joking and bullshitting like brothers do.You’d be amazed at how much laughing and stupid shit two brother can do!

AHHHHHHHHHH! shit my back! FUCKKKKKKKKKKK! I just made a sudden twirl move to pick up my pen and twinged something. The show must go on! Oh yes, Hahaha. Flash Mobs in Philadelphia,have been turning violent in recent weeks,using the power of the internet, kids are attacking unknown suspects then quickly scurrying off into the shadows. These random outbursts have police baffled with these gorilla tactics.So now young kids have a 9 bell curfew on the weekends. I guess they’ll have to get up earlier to bash people down.

This story is by far the most important I’ve come across. Somalia, the great horn of Africa, people are dead  or dying. Of course, most of the dead are children and the elderly. Water is in short supply and the world food bank says they will run out of food in three weeks. The western world promises aid. But, I feel much like I did in the Haiti disaster, the money will never come. And so,the disease will take it’s place. Some people say pray for them,and others say to give them hope and faith. I say give them food and water.

“Tots I don’t have the fever to write today so I am a little off, please forgive me.” Your Potato The Peculiar.”………….P.P. 

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: Writer Dissects Himself To Find The Story Which Lingers Under His Skin/// Norway Bleeds//Only Beer, At The WineHouse//

“Hello my Spuds!!! Hope you are all well and have your air conditioning on.!!” I have thought about writing this story, that has been loitering in my head for a long time now, and I just can’t seem to part with it until I’ve done enough research. I had a conversation with my little brother PotatoPudge the other day, via cell phone, and I hadn’t really thought about what he had said until today. What I had perceived from this long conversation was, to learn how to do other things when I’m not writing to perfect my trade, or something like that. Anyway, it inspired me to re-write an old story that I had some-what-finished, albeit with a little room for change. And so, today, I began my story anew. I was amazed by the plethora of things I had jumbled up in my brain, waiting to come out and stain the page. I’ve had to write freehand for now, until I figure out how to use MS Word,because there is an error which needs fixing.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about my writing, and still think that much more research needs to be done. I want a story that will move people! A Novella that fills them with ecstasy to the point that they almost cum, or a story that horrifies them and envelopes them so completely that it scars their minds. I want plots, sub-plots. I want a story built like a human body or any other animal, ready for dissection. Pull back the flesh as one pulls back the pages of a book. Poke and prod and watch the blood flow, easy reading with the odd sting. A Novella with as many twists and turns as the lower intestines or as straight forward as the bones at the enter of it all.A novel like a puzzle, like trying to find how the main organs once taken out, must be put back into the body.

I heard today that Amy Wine House died at age 27, what is it with 27? Her voice was dirty, sexy, and salty. She will be missed. Another horrible thing that has happened in the past twenty four hours is the bombings in Oslo Norway and the killing  of many children on an Island I can’t pronounce. 84 dead in all. Acts like this are Sickening and Horrible and speak to the lowest humans who would also try and copy such a nightmarish act. 

I can only hope that someday people won’t need to kill one another. There will always be psychopaths who will try and step on your back in a boardroom or just kill you for fun,but we can handle those people if we band together. They are but a small fraction of  the people who inhabit this earth. It is the people who constantly kill for religious and non-religious beliefs and also those ignorant, bigoted, racist, people who were just taught to hate people of a different kind by older chicken hawks. There are also those who kill for money, and the worst is those people who unknowingly kill for those people who want the money. We must teach our children that ignorance leads to war, but hate, leads to many more wars.

” I hope that all my Tater-Tots are having fun this summer!!!” Please take an interest in many things other than yourselves……Learn something new today….anything to keep that brain muscle busy.

Sincerely,…PeculiarPotato……………

P.S, The pictures of the island below is were the Norway youth camp massacre happened. The bloody women barely escaped from the bomb in Oslo, Norway.

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: Dentists Want Your Cash And Soul///Pharmacists Want Your Blood And Flesh///What’s Left?

“It has been far to long since we last spoke my Spuds.” I’ve been doing a lot of writing, and reading,drinking and what have you.”" I’ve had the computer blues and every time I look at my keyboard or screen, I just want to smash it, but I digress.”So here I am, once again, writing another blog. 

I recently had my tooth extracted,at least that is the formal way of saying it.I find it easier to tell the truth,my tooth was ripped out of my bleeding and mangled gums. The operation only took 10 seconds at most. I think I could be a dentist too if you gave me some pliers and needles full of Novocaine. The crater left behind is sensitive,although the center is slowly starting to fill with a gelatinous substance that will later become my new gums. With this last tooth pulling I feel old.silly right! And yet that is how I feel.I have one molar left at the very back of my upper mandible. My bottom teeth are just fine. I truly believe that dentistry is still an archaic science.

I walked in the scorching heat until I arrived at the pharmacy,there I decided to call a cab home.I tried speaking to the locals but it was useless my mouth had swollen up like a beach ball and I new the fuckers could smell the blood on me and were waiting for their chance to lock the doors and chew me to bits.Woooah there partner,cannibals? Na Zombies is way cooler!!! I love you Romero.Now were was I? Oh yeah the pharmacy,right.With blood dripping from my gums I escaped with a bag of milk,painkillers,nicotine gum, two loaves of bread, and some margarine,and most importantly my life.

I don’t trust dentists or pharmacists. They are out to get you,yes you! They probably licked my molar clean after I left, feeding their urge for blood. They are not human. Talk to one they have no empathy,much like the surgeons malady.

Wow! This turned awful dark,fast!!! Anyway stay on the lookout for day walkers like dentists,they want your teeth and your soul.

Sincerely, PeculiarPotato.

P.S. No potatoes were hurt during and after this story was written.Or were they? Muuuuuahhhhhhh!What!!!! Peace be upon you! 

 

PeculiarPotatoPresents: Summertime is Fine/ Satan has a Special Seat at the Table of Sorrows For Rupert Murdoch//

“It goes without saying my Spuds,that it has been a scorcher recently, and yet everything is in bloom,beautiful, and a sight to behold.” Ahhhhhhhhhh summer,a time for beers on a good friends porch,late night intrigue; And if your lucky, a women to cool your soul. Me being a bachelor and all,affords me the time to fall in lust with anything.Not sexually mind you,mostly musical splendor and like I mentioned earlier agrarian delights. I see the beauty in everything when I stand on my back porch. The smell of fresh cut grass, the sonorous sounds of Mourning doves callings. It isn’t just the simple beauty of it all, mostly I find it is the efficiency of nature that wows me. How glorious delights all come together to enrich our days if only we take the time to see it. And just as dusk sets in I feel somnolent but still teeming with enough energy to sip on some Pinot  Grigio. Life is sweet!!!!

Last night my brother PotatoPudge turned me onto Grooveshark.Now I know those people who are avid even casual internet surfers will probably say P.P. you are way behind in the times,which is fine. But I might be ahead of you in other things. Without sounding to dramatic, Groove shark is the SHIT!!!!! That is all I really need to say on the subject. I will add I sat up all night listening to my fave tunes until the wine went dry and dawn was upon me. 

Suffice it to say I haven’t slept. Not a wink!!!! And yet I have a fan at my backside, a guitar on my left side,a ice cold water on my right and my blog in front of me, how bad can it be,right?”Spuds I hope your summer is shaping up to what you dreamed it would on those long January days.”

Now for the dirt!!! “Now why do you have to ruin a good thing Peculiar,Why?”" Because this is important news.” Rupert Murdoch the media mogul and all around scum bag through his evil imps under his demon bus. Brooks and Hinton who both ran News of the World(An English Tabloid) from 2001 too 2007 collectively, are responsible for the phone scandal that rocked the media world. These scumbag reporters hacked into the phones of 9/11 victims to get a little dirt,those sick,repulsive, bastards. Another hacking led to a poor family in England (whose names escape me now)into believing their daughter was still alive after they erased messages from her phone, allowing the family to hope their daughter might still be breathing when she was long since dead. Murdoch should pay!!!!! But his empire is vast and he will live on,THE FUCKER!!!.

I would just like to take this time to thank PotatoPudge for his hard work in spreading the PeculiarPotato name,because without his computer know how I would surely be lost. I would also like to thank the Suzie-Q news for keeping me up to date with the latest news,So please check them out; Especially if you want more news on the Murdoch debacle.

Sincerely, PeculiarPotato