Mr. Potatohead went to the oncologist. They assured him “It’s not a tuber!”
I have no regrets about hurling Mr. Potatohead to his death. I yam what I yam.
Growing up I was mocked for my love of potato chips. Now I’m gonna show all the taters.
I’m an investor in mashed potatoes. I receive lump some payments.
I’ll eat any kind of sweet potato. I’m yambidextrous.
If I shoved potatoes down my pants, would it make me a dictator?
Frozen french fries will give you cool-tuber-osis