It’s a bomb

I’m at our family business right now.

I wanted to have a snack, but my snack of choice was a bit dirty. Literally.

So I took it to the bathroom to wash it before sticking it in the microwave and baking it.

On my way to the bathroom, a child shrieked at me and alerted everyone that I was holding a bomb.

Potato

That was a delicious bomb

 

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