Let me tell you about Potato. Potato's real name is Michael and he is one of my coworkers. I have this knack for giving out nicknames to the male staff members. I named him Potato because he is boring and plain like a potato. Ok, usually the nicknames are mean, but funny. That is just how I roll. (Mindy says that I only think mean things are funny. This is not true. I also enjoy a good pun.)
Back to Potato, he is kind of strange. For instance, when he gets off work at 4 in the morning, he goes home and plays with his nunchucks for hours. He purposely hits himself on his elbow and other joints to "strengthen" them or whatever.
While Potato is a sweet boy, he is (as you have probably guessed) not so good in the ladies department. (I am just being honest). This is why the entire staff was so utterly shocked last night when he showed up with a hickie. A mutherfucking hickie! First off, why does a 25 year old man-boy have a hickie and what tramp had the audacity to give this sweet, innocent man-boy one?
Seriously, look at that sweet face. What evil temptress of the night is sucking on that boy's neck? Poor boy.