Man, I LOVE Tapping Taters
I’ve been on auto pilot for my entire life- going through the motions of a so called fulfilled life. Study hard, go to college, make a good living, get a wife and seven kids, just like society tells you. But there’s always been a void. An indescribable feeling that something is missing, and an accompanying anger from not knowing where to look for the missing piece. That feeling dissapated and transformed into pure ecstasy the moment I tapped my first tater. I thought I knew love. I was a fool. The second tater came quick, and so did I. As my high score grew, so did my lust for life. Suddenly, everything else was muted. I realized that my job, wife, and seven kids- Casamdra, Witchata, Ferbius, Gwenelope, Jean-Pierre, Ticolous, and Shaft are all mid. Two months later, my boss fired me for “spending two entire months tweaking out on my phone”. She was just jealous of my high score. My wife left me shortly after. I didn’t mind, the bountiful harvest of taters provides more than they ever could. The sounds of my nagging wife and needy children and have been replaced by 8-bit symphonies. I have found my peace. Thank you.
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Cook’n with Oil
As a child I yearned to be a potato farmer. This incredible app fills a starchy hole in the Apple Store. It is endless fun. The developer must be a true visionary… the Nicolas Cage of our generation!
