#potatoes

I was a big Jersey meat-and-potatoes kind of guy before I got here. ↗

— Scott Wolf

#big #got #guy #here #i

Nobody had ever told me junk food was bad for me. Four years of medical school, and four years of internship and residency, and I never thought anything was wrong with eating sweet rolls and doughnuts, and potatoes, and bread, and sweets. ↗

— Robert Atkins

#bad #bread #eating #ever #food

I have these big piano-playing hands. I feel like I should be picking potatoes. ↗

— Sandra Bullock

#feel #hands #i #i feel #i feel like

I saw him do a No More Potatoes Dance, after he saw me stuff the last of the mashed potatoes in my pocket.
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— Jarod Kintz

#dancing #funny #greed #greedy #humor

I'm a lager drinker. I'm quite a stupid lager drinker. I do like my lager and mashed potatoes. ↗

— Rhona Mitra

#i #i do #lager #like #mashed

I've spent a lot of Thanksgivings on the road with my band, so anytime that I can spend Thanksgiving with my family in a traditional aspect, eating sweet potatoes and cranberries and stuffing and all the trappings of Thanksgiving and then get on a treadmill the next day extra long, I'm happy. ↗

— Richie Sambora

#aspect #band #day #eating #extra

My favorite meal is turkey and mashed potatoes. I love Thanksgiving, it's just my favorite. I can have Thanksgiving all year round. ↗

— Cindy Margolis

#i #i can #i love #just #love

Not surprisingly, some of the super-rich declined to join the Patriotic Millionaires when the Agenda Project reached out to them. At least two airily dismissed the Bush tax cuts for millionaires and above - which will cost well over $700 billion over the coming decade - as small potatoes. ↗

— Joe Conason

#agenda #billion #bush #bush tax cuts #coming

Even during the rationing period, during World War II, we didn't have the anxiety that we'd starve, because we grew our own potatoes, you know? And our own hogs, and our own cows and stuff, you know. ↗

— James Earl Jones

#because #cows #during #even #grew

To his surprise he felt a moment of regret, of sadness that his quest for his mother and father would soon be over. As long as he searched for them he was prepared to be hungry and ill, but now that the search had ended he felt saddened by the memory of all he had been through, and of how much he had changed. He was closer now to the ruined battlefields and this fly-infested truck, to the nine sweet potatoes in the sack below the driver's seat, even in a sense to the detention center, than he would ever be again to his house in Amherst Avenue. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#concentration-camps #nine-sweet-potatoes #world-war-two #change