Potato Jokes Novels & Stories

* I asked myself as I my vision came in contact with a sorry face. "James?" I called, trying to confirm my suspicions. "The one and only." He grinned "When did you turn into a human potato?" I questioned with a frown. "A potato whom you once cuddled and who still loves you," He smirked and pulled me in for a kiss. "Get off me you a disgusting human-sized potato," I screamed and pushed him away, making a beeline for my class while I muttered profanities under my breath. Dear ladies and gentlemen, if you haven't put two and two together yet then let me do it for you.

I never mentioned anything about being allergic to it," he pointed out, glancing at the bowl and then back at me. He continued to watch me, perhaps gauging my reaction. As a perplexed expression settled on my face, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and confusion. Why ask me to prepare something for him and then turn it down? I pondered this silently, waiting for him to provide a more satisfying explanation. His gaze lingered on me, his smirk still intact. It was as if he found amusement in my evident dilemma. With a subtle chuckle, he finally spoke, “I just wanted to see if you’d actually feed me with your mouth. Potatoes were an excuse.” I blinked, taken aback by his unexpec

One rule for them, one rule for us. “Well, if he disapproves, I’m sure he’ll send me a sign.” I looked up expectantly. Nothing happened. “Looks like he’s fine with it.” We continued eating. Ours was finger licking good, theirs like ash in their mouths. More meat was brought out. More vegetables. I baked some potatoes (or some tuber type of plant) and drew oohs and ahs from the crowd as I passed them around. Technically speaking, the skins were a little burnt, but they didn’t seem as horrified by this desecration. I was winning them over with my potato strategy (although some would say all my strategies were potato strategies). They’d never seen anything as soft and fluffy as my potatoes. Onc

I let out a deep breath He continued playing with my cheeks. “Aren’t you a cute potato?” “Blake!” I shoved his hand away. “How do you even think of things like that?” He leaned back laughing so hard his shoulders shook. “But you are cute.” “Yes, but of all things… a potato? Really?” I was trying so hard not to laugh. “What’s wrong with potatoes?” he asked between laughs. “You sure love making jokes about me, huh?” I pointed at him. “Don’t worry. Enjoy today. I’ll get you back another day.”

Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important? I scoffed. "Todd Westman, from the moment you had the audacity to spout all that, you lost the right to speak to me." People could only communicate meaningfully when they were on the same intellectual level. Seeing how resolute I was, Todd struggled frantically and screamed, "No… Babe, listen to me. I can explain. I was just confused for a second. I love you!" "Shut up. Just listening to you makes my ears feel dirty."

[ Sophia ] "These potatoes are very expensive and rich in nutrients,I know you must be wondering that I called potatoes a healthy vegetable when today's fitness obsessed people loathe potatoes but it's true,this specie of potatoes are grown in a few countries and our village and other villages in this belt grow it."Lily filled me with information about many vegetables and fruits but I couldn't focus on anything as my mind kept drifting back to our last night's confession. Finally, we had traveled a step ahead from friendship.Daniel told me that he liked me.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

This was way above our league. We ordered, and while we waited, he kept the jokes coming, each one dumber than the last. “What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?” he asked, his grin wide. I rolled my eyes. “Nacho cheese. Come on, Liam, I’m mourning, not a five-year-old.” “Right, right. My apologies, ma’am. I’ll stick to the sophisticated ones. What did one plate say to the other?” “I have no idea,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You can actually fry a potato?” Lian gave a nod. "Indeed. Once fried, it will be crispy and tasty. I'm sure the potatoes won't fetch a high price, right? Because many people are tired of its bland taste, but if we fry it, people will love it and we will make a lot of money!" “Alright! If wife say so, then it I’m okay with it” Lian smiled widely then turn her head on Yuno “Okay, okay. Anyway, you’re right. Even if we were to sell the potatoes, it would not sell on high price. So, why not try something new?”

I subtly touched my lips, remembering the way he touched it with his. My thoughts drifted away when I was putting yam leaves on the pot being boiled on the stove. Dom put a pan on the other side. He poured oil, along with the potato strips. "What's it called?" I asked while observing the potatoes. "French fries." My brows raised and looked at him. "French fries?" I repeated. His lips rose to an amused grin. "Why is it called French fries?" Dom deeply chuckled like I asked something stupid. My face heated and I looked away.