My dearest Hagwood, one cannot aspire to know all the subtleties of the universe. The Spud works in mysterious ways. In fact, let him who hath understanding reckon the number of all seeing eyes gazing from the stem tuber.
That is so cool! You should do a stencil for the case and come up with a name for the next gig. Something like the the Spud City Ramblers or the Potato Choir or the Speckled Tater Band or Mashed Monsters or Hashed Cowboys or Smashed Potatoes or the Spudniks or Misters Potatoes or.... if you need a name I got one.
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