As the proud new owner of this website, I am persuaded to present a more enlightened and consistant fifteen year old perspective as opposed to the seemingly random or unwise views posted so far. I begin with a short description of my sister.
My sister Boo Boo (she has no real name) is a saint. She has already tried to kill herself three times. The first time, she put a pen in her ear. We took her up to the hospital. There was a lot of blood and screaming. Boo Boo was three at the time. Not long after, she interfered with a jug of boiling water which my father was trying to pour into a teapot. My father was mortified. Ill never forget the look on his face, nor the size of my sister's blisters, and her bravery. That was when I first understood her potential.
About a year later, Boo Boo decided to stop breathing. I myself filmed and narrated this global-first event on my phone. "Thirty one, thirty two, thirty three… The indominitable Boo Boo, on track to be a true potato. One minute and two seconds! A world record!" In the end, her cheeks did, in fact, look like two potatoes.
My sister is now six. I am fifteen, as I have already intimated.
I have seen a potato once, at my uncle Ahmed's house, but did not eat it. I imagine it tastes like octopus, only uglier.
It’s going to be finish of mine day, except before finish I am reading this great piece of writing to improve my experience.