The story of the Potato.

Well, a girl Potato and boy Potato had eyes for each other.
Finally they got married, and had a little sweet Potato, who they ca…lled ‘Yam.’
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life:
They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn’t get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like ‘Hot Potato,’ and end up with a bunch of tater tots.

Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get HER into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her! But on the other hand, she wouldn’t stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny, like her shoestring cousins.

When she went off to Europe , Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland and the greasy guys from France called the French fries. And when she went out West, they told her to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn’t get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t associate with those snooty Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say ‘Frito Lay.’

Mr. & Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that’s Potato University) so that when she graduated she’d really be in the chips. But in spite of all they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.

Tom Brokaw!

Mr. & Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn’t possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he was just…

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