I am The Fitch and there is only one! As you explore this site, you will come to understand what that means. I apologize in advance, yet I hope you love the exports here from my twisted, diverse, and wicked mind. It's also pretty funny and sharp sometimes. Please do understand, though, my creative talents failed to blossom and have always been unbudding at best. After rattling Tater Twots around in my mind for over ten years, I finally found a wonderful and enjoyable way to express them to you.... with real potatoes. Have you ever pulled out a bag and actually looked at them one by one? Some named themselves and some just by random chance favored a character I was wanting to create!
The final straw (pun intended) for my lack of motivation was Hunter Biden's art sale. If he can sell blood bespeckled spittle phlegmshots spit through a straw (get it?) then I can and must introduce the world to it's own reflection through my Tater Twots world! Everybody knows one... and is one to someone! Even the great Keanu Reeves himself is a twot to those who envy him; and, oh yeah... to China. Why punish their people that way?