There once was a pilled little tater,
Who muttered, “I’ll deal with this later.”
He sprouted some eyes, Plotted world-jew demise,
“First fries… then I conquer mankind, see you later.”
There once was a pilled little tater,
Who muttered, “I’ll deal with this later.”
He sprouted some eyes, Plotted world-jew demise,
“First fries… then I conquer mankind, see you later.”
