7-11 now serves mashed potatoes from a Slurpee machine.
Exactly as Nostradamus foresaw.
Holy shit, a big gulp of mashed potatoes!
Now, I am become gravy, destroyer of stomachs.
They should have sent a poet.
Sings “lunch gun” to KISS’ Love Gun.
We’re that much closer to the lunch gun, people! Soon failure piles in sadness bowls will be a thing of the past!
Your move Quik Trip!