Hey, sometimes you mash it, sometimes you hash it. Don’t get a chip on your shoulder about it.
Enough of this spuddering. Taters gonna tate.
Au gratin you that, but I still think you have a bit of a thin skin.
I’d like to chip in, but I can’t think of anything………………
There was a vote to decide if we should stop this hijack, and the eyes have it.
I hope I wasn’t too hard on the Prof. I only have a problem with those whose viewpoints or sense of humor have a key difference from mine.
And I see gnocchi difference between us.
And Irish you a Murphy Christmas and a Happy New Year as well.
I’ll latke have that one…
Seven hours since the last potato pun. Maybe the hijack is finally spuddering out.
Do not let the fact that potatoes do not usually appear in a play, a fable or a pomme de terre you.
\*snerk\* You said ‘hard on’.
Apologies if I was hijacking, but can a run of potato puns be considered a hijack in an already pun-heavy joke thread?
In any case, yeah, I’m about done with the spud puns. It was fun roasting the Prof with them for awhile (and getting it right back), but I’m feeling a little baked today- my brain is fried.
Nice one 
Annual report from the Defector.
How to marry a farm girl.
First, a tractor.
What do you call a potato that looks like a penis?
A dictator.
What do you call a regular looking potato?
A commentator.
There are two potatoes standing on the side of the road, how do you tell which one is the hooker?
The one that says Idaho on it.
What did the doctor say when the gingerbread man told him he’d sprained his leg?
Try icing it.
Santa Claus and Sir Lancelot in full armour were standing in line at a fast-food restaurant.
The cashier looked up. “Who was first?”
Santa pointed to iron clad man.
It was the knight before Christmas.
My New Year’s resolution for 2026:
To accomplish all the goals I didn’t do in 2025, which includes those from 2024, 2023, 2022, 2021…
I recently sold my vacuum cleaner.
It was just collecting dust.
Everybody says you should say no to drugs…
…but if you’re talking to drugs, it’s probably already too late.
What are your New Year’s resolutions?
I’m upgrading to 2460×4820.
I really appreciate how some people still give gifts to poor guys on the street, even after Christmas.
For example, yesterday I saw someone giving his credit card and $400 to a guy who only had a knife…
Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer?
No, they already have names.
A truck carrying Worcestershire sauce crashes…
Dispatcher: What’s the situation?
Witness: It’s hard to say.
Air Force One crashed in the middle of rural America. Panic stricken, the Secret Service mobilized and descended on the farm in force. When they got there, the wreckage was clear. The aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm. Secret Service descended upon the smoking hulk but could find no remains of the crew or the President’s staff. To their amazement, a lone farmer was plowing a field not too far away as if nothing at all happened. They hurried over to surround the man’s tractor.
“Sir,” the senior Secret Service agent asked, panting and out of breath.
“Did you see this terrible accident happen?”
“Yep. Sure did.” The man muttered unconcernedly.
“Do you realize that is the President of the United States airplane?”
“Yep.”
“Were there any survivors?” the agent gasped.
“Nope. They’s all kilt straight out.” The farmer sighed cutting off his tractor motor. “I done buried them all myself. Took most of the morning.”
“The President of the United States is dead?” The agent gulped in disbelief.
“Well,” the farmer sighed, obviously wanting to get back to his work. “He kept a-saying he wasn’t … but you know what a liar he is.”
That one wins the day 
Russian dolls are just so full of themselves.