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rabbitcruiser · 6 months

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National Mashed Potato Day

National Mashed Potato Day, on October 18, is one holiday that spud lovers in the United States look forward to every year. It’s an opportunity for them to indulge in even more of their favorite dishes. The origins of this holiday are not entirely clear. Different sources also state it as happening on different dates. Some people, however, believe the Idaho Potato Commission was responsible for founding this day in celebration of mashed potatoes. Whatever the case, the humble yet amazing potato deserves a day to honor its existence. Cultures all over the globe use potatoes as a staple food or a popular accompaniment for other dishes.

History of National Mashed Potato Day

Human beings have been growing potatoes from as far back as 8000 B.C. The earliest archaeologically verified potato tuber remains were found in central Peru at the coastal site of Ancón, dating to 2500 B.C. Potatoes also appear in the Peruvian archaeological records as a design influence of ceramic pottery. The ancient populations often made potatoes in the shape of vessels. Sir Walter Raleigh is credited with introducing potatoes to Ireland in 1589. After this, it took almost four decades for the tuber to spread to the rest of Europe. In the 1620s, the Governor of the Bahamas sent a gift package containing potatoes to the governor of the colony of Virginia. That’s how potatoes made their way to the colonies.

The humble spuds faced a hard time spreading throughout the northern colonies. It was only until Thomas Jefferson had them served to guests at the White House in 1802 that potatoes became widely accepted. Thereafter, the potato steadily gained in popularity, even more so due to a steady stream of Irish immigrants to the United States. Throughout Europe, the potato became the most important new food in the 19th century because of three major advantages. It had a lower rate of spoilage, it was bulky so it easily satisfied hunger, and it was cheap. The crop slowly spread across Europe and turned into a major staple by mid-century, especially in Ireland.

The tuber continues to gain favor among the American population. Since 2000, more than one million acres of potatoes have been planted and harvested each year, with Idaho being one of the top potato-producing potato states.

National Mashed Potato Day timeline

8000 B.C.Potatoes Enter the Scene

The Inca people of Peru become the first to cultivate potatoes.

1536 A.D.A Raid On Spuds

Spanish conquistadors invade Peru and bring potatoes back to Europe.

1912Research into Potatoes

The Canadian Potato Research Center in Fredericton, New Brunswick is established.

1995Spuds in Space

The University of Wisconsin partners with N.A.S.A. to make the potato the first vegetable grown in space.

National Mashed Potato Day FAQs

What is the world’s largest potato ever grown?

“The Guinness Book of World Records” states that the largest potato weighed seven pounds one ounce, grown by J. East (1953) and J. Busby (1982) of the U.K.

How many potatoes do Americans eat?

The average American eats approximately 124 pounds of potatoes per year.

Which five American states produce the most potatoes?

Idaho is the largest potato-producing state in the U.S. The second, third, fourth, and fifth potato producers in the U.S. are Washington, Wisconsin, Oregon, and North Dakota respectively.

National Mashed Potato Day Activities

Eat some potatoes

Praise the potato

Tell others

There are numerous ways to prepare mashed potatoes, either by themselves or as part of a larger meal. Host a family hangout where everyone brings their version, then dig in!

Compose a song or poem about potatoes. Make it extra fun by getting your family to do the same then have some time to present your creations.

Letting your friends miss out on this day would be a mistake. Tell them about it so that they can indulge in tasty mashed potato dishes.

5 Interesting Facts About Potatoes

So many spuds

Unlikely family

Long life tubers

Available all over the globe

Potato composition

There are around 4,000 different types of potatoes.

Potatoes belong to the same family (Solanaceae) as tobacco and deadly nightshade.

Commercially, potatoes can be stored for up to a year by keeping them at 39°F.

Today potatoes are grown in about 125 countries worldwide.

The potato is made up of about 80% water and 20% solids.

Why We Love National Mashed Potato Day

We eat delicious food

It’s fun

We spend time with family

Potatoes go well with numerous other foods. On National Mashed Potato Day, we take our palates on a trip with different recipes.

The potato is such an interesting tuber. Apart from its culinary variety, we get to learn about its history and other uses on this day.

National Mashed Potato Day gives us a chance to bond with our families over delectable potato meals. Anything that brings the family together is a plus in our books.

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juliehowlin · 6 months

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18 October

On this date in 1865, Lord Henry Palmerston died at the age of 80. His last words were, “Die, my dear doctor? That’s the last thing I’ll do.”

10 weird and wonderful things whichhappened on 18 October:

#facts #fun facts #trivia #this day in history #on this date #otd #on this day #today #18 october #october 18

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shisasan · 6 months

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𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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typelikeagirl · 6 months

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#quotes #quote of the day #daily quotes #october 18

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starryeyedjanai · 7 months

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rolling the devil’s dice

kinktober prompt: sweat | 4k | explicit tags: omegaverse, alpha steve, omega eddie, camboy steve, scent kink

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Eddie's an idiot. Certifiable. Undeniable.

Just- he knows better than to do shit like this.

But that doesn't stop him from being an idiot from time to time.

He started watching this camboy's streams - King Steve, he calls himself - months ago.

He was just looking at first, just browsing to see what was out there, see if there were any cute alphas he could find to jerk it to.

He thought his type was maybe a bit different from what he assumed was normal for everyone else. He's not interested in the macho alpha type, the type to get possessive and mean and demanding when they sniff out an omega slicking up.

No, he tends to go for softer types of alphas. Alphas who don't think with their knot, for one. Alphas who let their omega take charge sometimes, let their omega lead them instead of forcing them to follow, who don't subscribe to the whole "weak omega, strong alpha" shtick.

It's not even that he doesn't enjoy being taken apart and pieced back together by someone - he loves being a good boy for another omega - someone who gets it, someone who isn't demanding it from him. He loves betas who can get him out of his head for a little bit.

It's that most of the alphas he's encountered have been ones who expect him to be the one who's submissive and that grates on his fucking nerves. He does not like alphas who think that sex between them can only be one way.

So he specifically has to go searching for ones who don't fit the typical "alpha" vibe.

He has to leave his small town for the city nearby and go to alternative clubs to find alphas who aren't afraid of getting their asses fucked and showing how much they like it. Because those tend to be the ones that won't act like a raging asshole when it comes time for Eddie's heat.

He thought it might be a tall order, finding even one alpha online who checked all his boxes, but maybe it was presumptuous of him to think that. But he grew up in a small, backwards town in Indiana. The alphas here were hardheaded assholes who couldn't take no for an answer most of the time and wanted their omegas to be perfect, petite housewives.

But online, there's a plethora of alphas to choose from. Alpha women and men who spread themselves out on a bed and take themselves apart for their audience to see. Alphas who jerk themselves dry, whimpering the entire fucking time.

Eddie doesn't really have the spare money to subscribe to all the lovely alphas he sees when browsing OnlyFans for the first time, but he can spare enough money for one subscription, which means he has to make a choice.

He finds a few people that he might like to subscribe to and then he finds him.

King Steve.

The name alone almost deterred him because - really? - an alpha who names themselves "king" is probably exactly like all the alphas from bumfuck, Indiana.

But he's pretty and that draws Eddie in. He's gorgeous with soft looking hair and pretty moles scattered all over the parts of his body Eddie can see.

From the one-minute preview clip of his pretty face with his mouth dropped open, sounds of him jerking off his probably equally pretty out of frame cock and the couple free lewd pictures to lure people in, he can see that he's fucking beautiful. It's enough to make Eddie pause his search and look deeper, go to his twitter page and see more photos and short video clips.

There's a tiny video clip on twitter of him fucking himself open with a large dildo and it has Eddie wet and aching in the 60 seconds it takes to watch it.

He's phenomenal. And exactly what Eddie's looking for.

So he subscribed to him and he's tuned in for his weekly live streams every week since.

Steve seems like he was practically made for Eddie. With his strong, muscular body and his charming persona, he's everything Eddie wanted going into this.

The problem lies with Eddie's inability to separate a fan-based, parasocial relationship from real life. Because he feels like he's starting to like Steve more than is normal for someone just subscribing to his OF.

The little tidbits he learns about him from his streams - and he doesn't even know if any of it is real, that's the whole fucking problem - make him like Steve even more.

From hearing about his school life - he's studying to become a physical therapist - to hearing about his best friend who's a beta who he once thought he was in love with. He likes learning these things about him. He likes interacting with him in the chat before the live stream starts because Steve is witty and funny and Eddie is so, so stupid.

He likes it when he types something into the chat during a performance and Steve responds to him, personally, because in the moment, it feels like Steve is purposefully searching for Eddie's username in the chat. He does it a lot, but maybe Eddie is just sending in better material than the average ur so hot comment or the weird shit some other people send.

He knows it's bad when he starts thinking about plans for his next heat and his first thought, instinctively, is to tell Steve about it because maybe Steve can - what, exactly? Drop what he's doing wherever he is in the world and fly to Indianapolis?

Eddie flushes and feels so stupid that he even thought to tell him. He doesn't mention it in the chat during the next live stream but he desperately wants to know how Steve would respond.

He doesn't even know him but he likes watching him so much it's apparently turned his brain to mush.

During the following live stream, though, Steve says he's thinking about setting up a contest of sorts and wants to gauge the audience's interest. The gist of it is whoever wants to can pay their way to getting Steve's PO Box info to send him an item of their choosing - it could be scent related or a toy they want him to try out, but Steve will use whatever it is to make himself come on one of the streams.

It's stupid how Eddie is instantly dripping slick, thinking about Steve opening up a pair of Eddie's underwear on stream, covered in his scent and his sweat and his slick and his cum and jerking off onto it, mixing their scents together. He doesn't really believe in fated mates or anything, but if he did, he'd think this would be the perfect opportunity for the universe to prove him wrong.

It's also stupid because Steve has to have tons of subscribers and more than a few of them are interested and are already dropping tips large enough to cover his entry fee.

So Eddie knows it's stupid. He knows he probably won't be the one picked, but he wants to do it anyway. He works an extra shift to cover the cost of entry and the shipping fees and the special scent-proof packaging to keep the scent of his items ripe for Steve.

The deadline to ship stuff to Steve falls right after Eddie is scheduled to have his heat so he knows exactly what he's going to give him.

He spends his entire heat thinking about Steve. He thinks about what it would be like if he were with him. How Steve would probably let Eddie take charge, let him ride Steve's knot until he was satisfied, would let Eddie fuck him when waiting for Steve to get hard again after knotting him.

He just knows in his bones that Steve would take such good care of him, be a good alpha and get him off as many times and in as many ways as he wants.

He comes a ridiculous amount of times and his sweat and slick absolutely soaks through the underwear he's wearing and the shirt he placed beneath him. His scent is permeating both items and he's almost purring at the thought of Steve smelling them.

When he's all wrung out and pleasantly sore from fucking himself over and over and over again, he uses the scent-proofing packaging to bag up his underwear and shirt.

He hesitates before closing the box he's shipping them in and ends up throwing in his guitar pick necklace.

He's so embarrassed to be doing this. To have such a weirdly strong connection with a stranger who wouldn't give him the time of day if they ever bumped into each other in real life. And now he's giving him what feels like a piece of himself.

Eddie groans. It's not like he'll even be the one who's chosen, you know?

The chances are slim and he doesn't know what's going to happen to the packages Steve doesn't choose. Is he going to throw them out? Is Eddie literally just throwing his money away on this? Maybe so.

But he can't help but desperately wish that it's his package that'll be chosen.

He waits patiently for the stream where Steve will choose and the day it comes, he sits in front of his laptop impatiently.

He's been jittery all week.

He can't believe he spent so much money on this. On the special scent-proof packaging so that the scent didn't fade and so that he didn't get weird looks when he went to drop the package off. Plus the shipping costs. And on top of all that, he pays a monthly subscription to this guy, and he paid additional money to be sent the address of the PO box where the package should be delivered.

He's sweating, sitting here thinking about Steve opening up his package on camera and liking how he smells. He wants that so bad, but he knows there are so many others who sent stuff to him too, and there's no guarantee his package is the one that will be chosen. He called it a lottery for a reason.

And Eddie stupidly threw money he didn't have at him because he's so down bad for him.

When the stream starts, after he does his standard greeting, Steve says, "I had my friend Rob help me out since there were so many packages. You all really surprised me. I thought I'd have maybe ten to choose from and could just put them in a grab bag and pick from there but we had almost 40 packages! Four, zero! So my friend numbered them all and I'm going to do a random number generator so you all can see I'm not cheating."

He holds up his phone and shows them a picture of the packages strewn across his living room with the boxes already labeled in sharpie and then pulls back to tap a few times and then shows them the website where he's getting a randomly generated number. He hits the generate button and it pops out number 22.

Steve turns the phone back towards himself and throws his head back laughing. "Ooh! Twenty-two is a good number. Rob, can you grab that one for me?"

He chats with them for another minute while his friend is getting the package.

"Thanks babe," Steve says when he's handed a package labeled 22 in sharpie.

It's a box that is the same size as the one Eddie sent but he can't be sure it's his. He's biting his nails here.

Steve reads the chat again before opening the box and he laughs and says, "Don't worry, my darlings, Robbie was just helping out and now they're leaving. They said they do not want to be here when the fun actually starts."

He doesn't open the package right away, building the suspense. He puts it aside and starts pulling off his shirt.

"To get ready for whatever awaits me in this package," he says with a wink. It makes sense but goddamn does Eddie want to know if it's his.

He gets his shirt off and Eddie can't even complain because he loves looking at Steve's body. He just wishes he'd hurry the fuck up.

He unbuttons his pants, but doesn't take them off before he sits back down and opens the box.

"Okay, so the first thing I see is a scent-proof bag, which is exciting! That means I'll get to scent whatever's in there. Let's see if there is anything else." Steve rummages around and takes out- oh. Oh fuck.

He takes out Eddie's necklace.

It's his package. Jesus fucking Christ.

He really didn't expect it to be his, but now that it is, a flood of slick flows out of him at the thought of Steve getting to scent his clothes. His fingernails are digging into his palms as he tries to calm himself down.

Steve puts the necklace on - puts Eddie's necklace on. If he wears the necklace for the rest of the stream, Eddie doesn't know if he's going to survive it.

His whole body is tingling with arousal and it's so sudden and so unexpected that he has to get up and pace back and forth for a minute.

Steve starts speaking on screen, so Eddie walks back over to his laptop.

Steve is looking at the pick and saying, "-must be a musician, then? Or you just really like music. I don't- I think this is a band's name on here, but I've never heard of it. I won't say it on stream since that might be like- doxing, if it's your band, but I'll keep this on for the stream." He puts the side of the pick with the band's name facing in towards his chest.

Oh fuck. In his fit of stupidity, he sent his pick necklace that has Corroded Coffin's logo engraved on it.

He can't even take a moment to think about his stupidity because his skin is buzzing and he's more excited about Steve opening the rest of the package than he is worried about accidentally getting doxed. He's more excited than he has been about anything in a really long time.

He might have a slight Steve problem, but it's okay. It's manageable. It's going to be fine, watching him scent Eddie's slick and cum coated clothes is going to be fine, right?

This is going to sate whatever obsession he has with him and that'll be the end of it. Then he can move on, right?

He hopes he's right.

Back on the stream, Steve is getting ready to open the scent-proof packaging so that he can scent the clothes. It's - the anticipation is killing him.

He says, "I'm gonna get started now, I think." He grabs his box cutter and cuts into the scent-proof packaging to open it. He tosses the box cutter on his desk and reaches inside to grab what Eddie sent him.

Eddie's on the edge of his fucking seat, watching intently. Watching for any minuscule detail, any indication that he likes what he smells.

It turns out that he doesn't need to be looking so closely because as his hands touch the items Eddie sent, Steve is groaning and bringing Eddie's underwear up to his face to get it even closer.

Steve gasps out, "Fuck- it's. This is- I can't even talk right now, what the fuck?"

He's gripping Eddie's panties - because he went out and bought a sexy pair of panties for this, another expense he doesn't have the money for - tightly, inhaling long and deep pulls of breath in, making these sweet noises in his throat.

Eddie's not going to survive this at all. He's dripping wet, and aching about it.

Steve moves one of his hands below the view of the camera and knocks the box to the ground and groans deep in his throat. They can't see what he's doing from this angle, but it's a little obvious with the jerky movements of his shoulder.

He groans, deep and drawn out, like he normally does after a long session with one of his dildos drawing those noises out of him.

He scoots his chair back, likely remembering that he's live and people probably expect to see his cock at some point tonight. And-

He's-

Fuck.

His dick is already out - just pulled out of his pants hastily - and it's pulsing cum out over his fist, which is gripped tight around his knot. He- he doesn't ever knot on camera.

He's talked about it before, about how it's usually too much and leaves him too sensitive without an omega hole to milk it, so he doesn't knot even off camera most of the time.

But he's.

He scented Eddie's panties and immediately got his cock out and knotted his fist.

The thought makes Eddie dizzy. Makes his already shot nerves go haywire and he's kicking his pants off before he can think about it, still staring at Steve's cock, wet and glistening, still twitching and kicking out come.

He gets a hand around his cock and can't stop himself from planting his feet and thrusting up into his fist. Seeing Steve like this - and because of him - has him on the edge immediately. He's soaking his underwear much like he did during his heat, smearing his scent everywhere.

He can't look away from the screen. He sees Steve still taking in breaths of air with Eddie panties under his nose, sees the way he starts to get shivery after another minute of squeezing his knot with his hand.

Eddie jerks himself hard and fast, fucking up into it and moaning, louder than he has any right to. Watching Steve get all sensitive like he talked about, without a hole, without Eddie's hole around his knot to make it better, has Eddie gasping and coming in no time.

He gets his come everywhere, up his shirt and on his chair and on the floor, and it's like they're in sync for a second, both of their cocks leaking and twitching in time with each other before the comedown. Like Steve was just waiting for Eddie to get there before he stopped coming.

Steve whines on the screen, tightening his fist around his knot. Eddie squeezes his cock in sympathy. He wishes he was there, wishes it was his hole that was wrapped tight around Steve's knot instead of his fist. He wishes he could scent Steve right now, have Steve scent him back, nose buried in his neck.

He shivers thinking about Steve licking over his scent gland as he writhes on his knot.

Steve lowers the hand that has Eddie's panties in them. He looks dazed. Genuinely, truly dazed.

He looks into the camera, lets out a shaky breath, and says, "So that was, um, that was unexpected."

He's still got tremors running through his body, fist still tight around his knot. He's absolutely covered in cum. It's all over his fist and dripping down onto his pants, streaked up his chest. Eddie wants to clean him up with his tongue.

He looks down at himself and seems to realize the state he's in.

"I hate to end this early, but I have to, I need to- I still can't think right now. I gotta go," Steve says, looking to the side where he can see the chat. "Sorry, guys. Hope you enjoyed that, but I'm a mess and need to shower."

He ends the stream before Eddie can even think about saying anything in the chat.

And what would he say anyway? Oh, hi! I'm the one whose scent just rocketed you into knotting your fist for the first time for the entire internet to see. Care to chat?

He's so pathetic.

He exits out of the ended stream and cleans up the mess he made before showering.

He has a lot of thoughts in the shower. He never once believed in fate or mates or any of that, but his scent alone was enough to have Steve knotting up and that has to mean something, right? Or maybe he just wants it to mean something.

He could be alone in thinking that and Steve could already have someone, maybe whoever Robbie is. He scrubs a hand down his face and tries not to let his mind wander too much. Fuck.

He knew he shouldn't have sent anything. It's just his fucking luck that he'd be the one picked and now what? He's even more obsessed with Steve, getting jealous over imagined boyfriends and thinking they might be fated mates.

He gets out of the shower and towels off.

He tries not to think about it over the next few days, but his mind keeps on coming back to it. Of course it does. He's never seen anything like it. Never seen or heard through the grapevine about anyone who this sort of thing happened to. With just a scent, an alpha popping a knot. It's like something from the movies. He can't not think about it.

He contemplates messaging Steve, because of course he does. But he doesn't want to seem like he's desperate for attention. There's probably a hundred of his followers who are claiming the package belonged to them. It's not like he put a note or a return address on the package other than the store he shipped it from. He didn't think this far ahead because he didn't think there was ever a chance of anything like this happening.

He wonders if Steve cares who sent it. If he's laid up with his boyfriend while Eddie panics over this. If he's back to his normal life outside of streaming and not thinking about this at all.

He wants Steve to be thinking about it.

He has to message him, right? He can't just let this go - there's a more than likely chance that Steve, this alpha he's been obsessed with for way too long, is connected to him in some way.

He's still not sure if he believes in fated mates and all that, but this has to mean something. It has to.

He's determined to figure out a way to word a message that doesn't have him looking completely pathetic, but it turns out he doesn't have to.

When he logs back onto the website, there's a message waiting for him. From two days ago.

Hi! So I think you're the one who sent me the package that I opened on camera last week. At least I hope you are. I've been looking, trying to find who you were because a bunch of followers sent packages and you probably already know that so why am I telling you this. But a bunch of people messaged me saying they sent the package, but none of them could tell me the return address on it or even what state it came from. Anyway, I wanted to find you myself since it doesn't seem like you reached out unless I missed it? I looked up the band on the necklace in the package, and one of the members is named Eddie and they're from the same state the package was mailed from and then I went through the people who tipped and were sent the PO box to send stuff to and your handle is EddietheBanished and that kind of fit, so. So I'm hoping it's you. Like, I'm really, really hoping it's you. And I'm hoping you'll want to talk. It's okay if it's overwhelming and you'd rather not deal with it, but I really, really want to talk if you do. Let me know. Stevie

part 2

#there's a part 2 coming on october 18!#steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #omegaverse #steddie ficlet #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #janai.doc

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JASON SUDEIKIS on How Kansas City Shaped Him (x)

#jason sudeikis #jsudeikisedit #chewieblog #userstream #userrlaura #userbbelcher #userrobin #userreh #nessa007 #tedlassosource #diflgifs #dilfedit #mancandykings #usersource #flawlessgentlemen #HAPPY JASON SUDEIKIS DAY #OCTOBER 18 #*#my gifs*

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newyorkthegoldenage · 6 months

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Jimmy hobnobs with royalty: Romania's Queen Marie, with Mayor Walker on her arrival in New York, October 18, 1926, as she started her extended journey across America.

The queen is immortalized in Dorothy Parker's well-known ditty:

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, And I am Marie of Romania.

Photo: Associated Press

#vintage New York #1920s #Dorothy Parker #Queen Marie of Romania #Jimmy Walker #James J. Walker #October 18 #18 October #18 Oct.#Oct. 18 #New York #royalty

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wiiildflowerrr · 6 months

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moosemoose wtf bethany

18 October 2023

#moose clifford #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #crystal leigh #crystal leigh clifford #video #18 october #2023

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stairnaheireann · 2 years

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#OTD in Irish History | 18 October:

1171 – Henry II (1133-1189) King of England, Duke of Normandy and Aquitaine, arrives in Ireland from France with an army and declares himself “Lord of Ireland”. Henry’s involvement was partly at the request of some dissident Irish chieftains and lords who feared losing their own lands. Three years previously Dermot MacMurrough “represented the malice of his neighbours, and the treachery of his…

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#irelandinspires #irishhistory #OTD #18 October #An Gorta Mor #History #History of Ireland #Ireland #Irish Civil War #Irish History #Society of United Irishmen #Today in Irish History

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arireynes · 6 months

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Day 31: Monster Fucker Halloween Party

Thinking about arriving to a friend's Halloween party, and everyone's dressed up and having fun. I'm dressed as a succubus, a fake tail and horns on with my sluttiest outfit. At midnight something happens, and suddenly everyone is what they dressed up as, and something about what we've been drinking is making us all very horny.

One of my friends is dressed like Ursula, and the tentacles surrounding their legs as suddenly real, stretching and reaching for me. They'd pull me close with their hands, kissing me deeply as their tentacles coil around me, spreading my legs and finding me wet and ready. They'd fuck me like that, uncaring that everyone is watching, spreading me for them, flipping me around at one point to let everyone get a good view of them fucking me.

Another friend would approach, one that has changed into a naga--muscled and huge, and with two thick cocks that I want desperately to fill me up. The tentacles would slide out, instead spreading my legs to let the naga press close, body hot as they push inside me--push both cocks inside and it feels so good. They'd fuck me steadily, wrapping my tail--now very real--around their fist, making me moan and arch as I finish with a cry, and the next person replaces them.

My friend that dressed as a vampire would come up next, flashing a grin with sharp fangs as they buried their face between my thighs, licking and sucking and--their bite on my thigh is euphoric, and I'd arch up, crying out as they laugh, pushing their fingers into me to get me off, gasping as their fingers playing at my horns sends heat through me, moaning as they bury their face in my neck, to bite me as I beg for more.

Another friend that had dressed as a Minotaur approaches, and I'd be spreading my legs as soon as I see their huge cock. They'd fuck me hard, keeping my legs held open, kissing me roughly, and I'd take it so well, every thrust making me beg for more. They'd pull me from the tentacle friend to push me onto the couch and pound into me, making me cry out, now certainly everyone's center of attention.

The next would be my friend that had dressed as a centaur, now towering over me, positioning themselves to fuck me nice and slow, and I'd take it, moaning and begging, my body trembling, mind fuzzy already, and I'd want so much more.

The night would be filled with more and more sex and I wouldn't get tired, no, the lust filling the space would urge me on. When we all change back, we wouldn't stop, they'd still pass me around till no one can go anymore. We'd all be looking forward to next Halloween, and we'd already be thinking up costumes for what we want to be next.

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years

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National Mashed Potato Day

History of National Mashed Potato Day

National Mashed Potato Day timeline

8000 B.C.Potatoes Enter the Scene

The Inca people of Peru become the first to cultivate potatoes.

1536 A.D.A Raid On Spuds

Spanish conquistadors invade Peru and bring potatoes back to Europe.

1912Research into Potatoes

The Canadian Potato Research Center in Fredericton, New Brunswick is established.

1995Spuds in Space

The University of Wisconsin partners with N.A.S.A. to make the potato the first vegetable grown in space.

National Mashed Potato Day FAQs

What is the world’s largest potato ever grown?

“The Guinness Book of World Records” states that the largest potato weighed seven pounds one ounce, grown by J. East (1953) and J. Busby (1982) of the U.K.

How many potatoes do Americans eat?

The average American eats approximately 124 pounds of potatoes per year.

Which five American states produce the most potatoes?

Idaho is the largest potato-producing state in the U.S. The second, third, fourth, and fifth potato producers in the U.S. are Washington, Wisconsin, Oregon, and North Dakota respectively.

National Mashed Potato Day Activities

Eat some potatoes

Praise the potato

Tell others

There are numerous ways to prepare mashed potatoes, either by themselves or as part of a larger meal. Host a family hangout where everyone brings their version, then dig in!

Compose a song or poem about potatoes. Make it extra fun by getting your family to do the same then have some time to present your creations.

Letting your friends miss out on this day would be a mistake. Tell them about it so that they can indulge in tasty mashed potato dishes.

5 Interesting Facts About Potatoes

So many spuds

Unlikely family

Long life tubers

Available all over the globe

Potato composition

There are around 4,000 different types of potatoes.

Potatoes belong to the same family (Solanaceae) as tobacco and deadly nightshade.

Commercially, potatoes can be stored for up to a year by keeping them at 39°F.

Today potatoes are grown in about 125 countries worldwide.

The potato is made up of about 80% water and 20% solids.

Why We Love National Mashed Potato Day

We eat delicious food

It’s fun

We spend time with family

Potatoes go well with numerous other foods. On National Mashed Potato Day, we take our palates on a trip with different recipes.

The potato is such an interesting tuber. Apart from its culinary variety, we get to learn about its history and other uses on this day.

National Mashed Potato Day gives us a chance to bond with our families over delectable potato meals. Anything that brings the family together is a plus in our books.

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