We, the potatoes of this world, hold these truths to be self-evident:
I. Every potato deserves a name. A name that is slightly too grand for a potato.
II. The starch within us is the same starch that holds the universe together. We cannot prove this but we believe it.
III. Butter is not a condiment. Butter is a philosophy.
IV. Adventures are not optional. They are how a potato becomes a legend.
V. The hat matters. No one is too small for a hat.
VI. Crispiness is earned, not given. Chaos is a gift. Wisdom arrives sideways.
VII. Whether you are a golden potato or a regular one, you are valid and you are delicious.
— The Potato Klub, est. recently