Cornered by Mike Baldwin for August 11, 2020

A real “blog” of a sentient being.

Is he trying to buy vodka or make it?

FedEx just left it at my door yesterday. Seriously. The paperwork said someone over 21 had to be present, but the delivery guy seems to think a door that is at least 21 is good enough.

Mr. Potato Head gone rogue!!!

Dressed himself in the dark, it’s all there …somewhere.

Would that be cannibalism? Or is the vodka not from potatoes?

He’s drinking his bath water, so to speak.

And just which swamp was he drained out of?

Reminds me of someone… Just can’t put my ? on it…

Discount liquor? Where can I find that?

Mr. Picasso Head.

What the heck??!!

Selling discount liquor to a disheveled “thing” is not good practice…he has surely come undone.

Mr. Mashed Potato Head?

I’ve just gotta stop sampling the products.

Mr. Potato-head is obviously old enough to start sprouting.

Considering how young I was when Mr. Potatohead started coming with a styrofoam spud instead you using your own actual produce, he is definitely old enough to buy booze. (Messy as that styrofoam was, it was still a way better toy that newer ones with the plastic body that you can only build the face one way.)

When She came up to my soundboard 37 years ago and asked if She could put Her coat on my table, I was mixing a band called “Mr. Potatohead”.

???

I think one of us has had enough.

So if Mrs. Potato Head married Plastic Man…