Yes eye yam. And I spy da ho' who stole my last potato. Au, gratin luck that your starchenemy should happen upomme you, eh? Irish revenge!
This isn't your potato; it's a baby.
Listen, spud, to coin a fries, that's a latke bull. You'd better quayle in the face of my wrath. I'm going to mash your nose, chip your teeth, and tater your clothes.
Please, I don't care what you do. Shove the potato up my ass if you like. Just quit with the puns!!!
