Tater Tarver won't be exposing himself anymore. Everyone thought Tater was hoarding his urine in plastic jugs beneath his bed at the Rest Well Nursing Home in Bradley. The nurses' aids let him be so long as mothballs masked the smell.
Turns out it was highly flammable gasoline Tater had been siphoning from the grounds' crew and employee parking.
His kids, who knows how many there are, collectively are known as the Tater Tots. They're all grown, grandparents themselves, but still called after their Daddy.
As in, "Are you one of the Tater Tots?" Not to be confused with the Russet Spuds across the river.
His lovely wife Doyce met her Maker several springs back. Tater wasn't the same after, but some things never changed.
Tater had that one propensity, wagging his tallywacker. It was nothing folks around here hadn't seen, even eliciting polite applause on occasion in the cereal aisle at the U-Save.
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