Potatomonomous
A French fry horror comedy
”He who over eats the fries will be cursed with their sight before his eyes” - Belgian Potatus.
In the 1890’s there was French philosopher named Belgian Potatus who was a French fry historian who dedicated his life to the study of fries. Everyone calls me Potato Joe aka French fry boy because love French fries and I wanna tell you about the time I caught a case of Potatomonomous.
So everyone who knows me knows that I’m a French fry head. It’s my favorite food in the world and no other food could ever replace it for me. But one day I participated in a French fry eating competition and came down with a case of Potatomonomous. So after entering this fry eating tournament at this restaurant in my neighborhood call Alonzo’s Pizza and Sub, I won first place and had a week long ticket for free fries. As I’m walking away with my stomach full of starchy fries something strange starts happening. Everyone around me starts looking like giant French fries
I rubbed my eyes because I thought I was going crazy but sure enough I wasn’t. So I run into this crazy old guy I know named Chill Bill who tell me that I have a case of Potatomonomous from eating too many fries. He then gave me a tomato and a protein bar and told me when I eat them both I’ll be cured, he was right. Looks like I’ll be off fries for a minute.
About the Creator
Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Comments (4)
Funny one Joe. You should have had some cereal and a salad right after. The loo would have come in handy and put you just right. hahahah
Very clever! loved it!
Lol. That's great.
LOL very delicious, in more ways than one!