Cultural Differences in Potato Toppings

What I wanna know is why Americans do not like the spud.

Who in London told y'all we don't like potatoes, G?

Or spuds.

Y'all call them bitches jacket potatoes, we call them baked potatoes,

and we eat them bitches. And we love them, bro.

We put all type of shit on it, but here's the usual, right?

Cheese, you feel me? Chives, sour cream,

bacon.

Natural, right?

What the fuck y'all put on y'alls? Garlic butter, you starting off cool.

Wonderful, I'm with you. Uh, dash of salt, cool.

Pepper, cool. I'm with you. We, hey, we living so far.

We living. Cheese, wonderful, bro.

We doing fantastic so far. And this,

this is where you fuck my head up, gang. This is where you fuck me up, G.

You put a heaping load of beans on that bitch.

That's where we stop liking it. Beans?

Hot beans? And then you grab a big-ass

ladle full of tuna.

The first time I seen this, I'm like, "What the fuck he finna do with

that tuna?"

You plop that shit right on top, bro.

You put some cold-ass tuna on top of some hot-ass beans,

and we supposed to like that?

We supposed to think that's good?

Fuck no. And fuck you too, buddy. I don't

know. And then you sprinkle some fucking Tajín

on top.

What the fu- what you even know about Tajín?

Why would you put that, you put it on top of tuna and beans.

Stomach fucking rumbling, upset, talking to you.

Look at that shit, bro. You finna eat that shit and you don't look

happy. That shit look like throw up.

That's, let's, let's review. Let's review, right?

This what that shit look like, and this what ours look like.

Normal, edible, good. This is literally

prison slop. Nobody wants to eat this, bro, except for you

guys over there. You guys still eat like y'all in the

medieval times,

for whatever reason. Like, we in the future, gang. It's 2025.

Eat normal.