So when did our hatred begin? It all began when my grandfather turned on the television to see an advertisement for the awful Mr. Potatohead. He was so distraught and went to bed, even though it was 10:00 A.M. on a Saturday.
He woke up our entire family at 2 A.M. and said,"I cannot ever see that thing ever again. He is a disrace to our kind and our culture." His wife and children all agreed and started the Anti-Mr. Potatohead Support Group.
At first, all the people who found out about this support group thought it was a funny joke, but it was far from it. We were never going to stop until this awful thing was put into the trash in every single home around the country. And that's our story. Why not join it?