In the grand tradition of writing blog posts while slightly tipsy from my Chuy’s meeting margarita: Look how visible this thing is.

Even if you wouldn’t actually like to eat a fried potato… Don’t you just want it?

It’s a little bit like the strange frozen oranges I kept seeing at TRF, or—wow, super-nostalgia—the giant paper flowers they sold at theme parks when I was a kid. It’s right there. If any one body has it, ten more want it too.

Dude, what I would give for one of those giant paper flowers. (I’m a lot bigger now, so they’re likely much smaller…)