… if the thigh-high red pleather boot fits…

I have always wondered how Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head have such a considerable amount of disposable income for a pair of spuds with so much time on their hands and no known places of employment. I have always just assumed that Mr. Potato Head was dealing drugs… It wasn’t until tonight when my daughter and I were playing with some of her toys before bed that I took a closer look at Mrs. Potato Head and it hit me… while I do not yet have confirmation, and I am in no way judging anyone’s life decisions, based on her attire, the thick bright makeup, pink condom carrier (safety first) and her sassy pose, I am prepared at this time to make the call: Mrs. Potato Head is likely a prostitute. Now that is one little black book that could change the way we view Toy Story forever…

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