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Old but good...<br /><br />Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally got married. Before long, they had a little sweet potato, which they named "Yam". Naturally, they wanted the best for her. <br /><br />When it was time, they told Yam 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 unexpectedly end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.<br /><br />Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her! <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />When she went out west, they warned her to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.<br /><br />Yam promised 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".<br /><br />When she got a little older, 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.<br /><br />In spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.<br /><br />"Tom Brokaw!?" Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just ....<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />Are you ready for this?<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />Are you sure?<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />.<br />.... a common tater. 
