Funny story of potato

1. A Girl Potato and a Boy Potato
 
Well, 

A Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, 

And finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called "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, 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 high class 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. And 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 And Mrs. Potato were very upset. 

They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just....... 

Are you ready for this? 

Are you sure? 

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OK! Here it is! 

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A COMMONTATER
 

2.  Fishing With Frogs
Well, 

I went fishing this morning 

but after a short time I ran out of worms. 

Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in his mouth. 
 Frogs are good bass bait.



Knowing the snake couldn't bite me 

with the frog in his mouth, 

I grabbed him right behind the head, 

took the frog, and put it in my bait bucket. 

Now the dilemma was how to release the snake without getting bit. 

So, I grabbed my bottle of whiskey 

and poured a little whiskey in its mouth. 

His eyes rolled back, he went limp. 

I released him into the lake without incident 

and carried on fishing using the frog. 

A little later, I felt a nudge on my foot. 

There was that same snake with two more frogs in his mouth. 

Life is good in Oklahoma.