Unlike last year’s potato harvest, this time there were no pirate hats, accidental Mexicans, or dead bodies.
There was, however, a steep drop in productivity. I don’t think I need to tell you whose fault that was.
Fugly-looking plants after I’ve taken away their support system. GIVE US BACK OUR SUPPORT SYSTEM!
Never. I’m going to cripple you emotionally and then eat you.
Things started off slow…
But then I got some “help.”
“I’m helping, I’m helping, look at me fucking help!”
Yes, my kittens say “fuck.” What of it?
Then things started to really pick up speed.
No thanks to London being all, ooh! This is not potato patch! BMG, you are mistaken! This is red playtime ball factory!
Of course, once one of them gets interested…
“What’s that, you said no, I don’t care.”
Some heavy lifting…
London photobomb! (bottom-left corner)
Don’t give me that coy face IF I FIND A HAIRBALL IN MY MASHED POTATOES SO HELP ME GOD.
So yeah. Despite the fact that these vegetables have been stepped on? It was really nice to have help.
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