A man, a peeler, a legend.

Every once in a while, I imagine that there's somebody in the world faster than me at peeling potatoes. But then I realise that, realistically, no. Not a chance.

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Just another day, just another meal, just another pair of clowns riffing off each other's antics.
May we all remember to make mealtime joyous. But maybe...wear socks.

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