ME: I need some writing inspiration. What have you got?
HUSBAND: Okay, I’ve got something. Bear with me for a minute here…It’s gonna be good.
ME: Oh dear.
HUSBAND: You like potatoes, right?
ME: Sure do.
HUSBAND: Okay, so: elderly…mutated…potato…DJs.
ME: Why are they elderly?
HUSBAND: This potato is brought to life by a scientist who’s essentially his dad. When his dad gets murdered, the only way to get revenge is through the power of music.
I bet they live in a sewer and eat pizza.
(On a side note, you may notice that stories have been disappearing from this blog again. Hm…wonder what that means? Wink, wink. More on that later.)