It's larceny, larceny that fills a straight man's heart. He lacks the potato, the carrot. He's short on those. The carrot of desire; the potato of progress. There's a lot to be said for that carrot. But I'm not saying it. The potato though, ask any Russian. They know where the missing puzzle piece of honesty lies. Not with the carrot. Nowhere near the peanuts. The jig missing from that saw lies with the potato, there in the ground and brown and growing eyes to see, that puzzle piece is just waiting to be fitted into your life.

You must find the potato.

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