My... Such a complicated Potato.

I'm an American because of potatoes.
My mother is Irish, and I would not have been born in the current form
had it not been for the potato. The Irish moved in waves to American during the potato blight
had they not, I wouldn't be here. Some other sperm would be writing this blog. or not.
I mean given the chances, you'd think the hardest part is over. Millions of sperm vs. the lone solitary purple potato of an egg. What are the odds? We are here. The hardest part is already over upon birth. And as cell division tells us is that; From the moment of birth we are all in a constant steady state of decay, entropy.

so really, really....should he scrutinize the swimmers. The flagellates. Mind you the word Flagellate comes from a group of Italians hell bent upon whipping themselves to drive off the spirits causing the black plague.

Your already dying; all of us, regardless of the packaging. Not only that. We are all from the same stock. A star exploded and here we are. So isn't love and life on giant process of incest? Not to mention we are all hermaphrodites at first. It is complicated enough. Too complicated for this spud. I say...draw the line further down the road and then you will begin to laugh at those who draw lines at all.. Laugh Lines...Pay jazz, improvise; stop the contemplation you hermaphroditic flagellating spud!!!