Novelas y relatos de Potato Puns

“Did you see that?” A smile appeared on his face as he watched her squeal in excitement. “I saw it.” He raised his hand to rub her head. “You did good.” “Can I try more?” She questioned, raising her eyes to look at him. “No, we can't eat a lot of potatoes.” He said, trying to stop her for peeling every potato that was in the room. It was too late because Luna was already peeling every potato that she could find. He grabbed her hand before she could continue.

Part 1: Veyren Learning "Normal" Life With the Pack** Day 13. Veyren had never peeled a potato. He stared at the knife, then at the potato, then at Kael. “Why is it shaped like that?” Kael snorted. “Potatoes don’t care about your opinions. Just don’t cut your fingers.” Veyren tried. The peel came off in one long strip. He looked up, surprised. “Ice makes things clean. This is… messy.”

"Would you still date me if I were a potato?" Oh dear, another one of her random questions. Sometimes it is just for fun, sometimes she actually wants to test me. Oh dear God, which one is it now? "What kind of potato, Baby?" I need more information to get this right. "Mhmmm, just a potato." Nope, that answer did not help me figuring this thing out. Okay, let's handle this like a professional. "Is it sweet potato? Gold? Or the purple one?" "Why? Does it matter?"

Curtains swaying gently in the breeze. And right there in the middle of the floor— Potatoes. Everywhere. Silence. Noah blinked. “…What?” Then came an indignant *meow* from atop the fridge. Everyone turned around at once. The neighbor’s cat was sitting there. Very fat. Very satisfied. And apparently responsible for the entire potato catastrophe. For a few seconds, no one said a word. Then Noah slowly lowered the baseball bat. “We were terrorized by a potato cat.” The cat meowed aggressively.

Harry said. "Shut up guys, you're making me shy~" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. Meh, I don't even know how many times I've rolled my eyes already. "Okay, my turn. If you were a fruit, you'd be a FINE-APPLE!" Ione said her joke and I wanna call the FBI already. Police! Open up! Illegal pun jokers on the loose! "Nah. So-so," Erik teased her, "This time, it's my turn. Ahem! Adharia, you hold the KIWI to my heart! Get it? Kiwi to my heart like a key! HAHAHAHA!" He's about to loose it.

“So, what do you call an odd pizza?” “Odd pizza? Pizza with pineapple!” “Wrong! I love Pizza with pineapple.” “Really? Everyone hates that.” “Nope. The social media made everyone hates it. It’s good~” “Okay. Okay. So, what’s the answer?” Ryan leaned closer and whispered, “A weir-dough.” Slyvester blinked. Soon, he shook his head. “It’s not funny.” “It was! When my friend told me that joke, I laughed so hard.” “Who? Emily?”

“Well, it is a fantasy for a pregnant woman at least.” I laughed again as she started eating the plate and moaning with every bite. There were some garlic mashed potatoes and her eyes crossed like it was the most heavenly thing ever. “Okay, I’m making it a mission to make your eyes cross when we have sex, moving forward. If you aren’t doing that, then I’m doing something wrong.” I said, laughing. She laughed and then said, “These potatoes might be better than sex, guapo.” My eyes darkened, “You better not compare my prowess to mashed potatoes, tiger or you may not be walking in the morning.”

Jeanette was standing in the kitchen, staring dazedly at the pot of burnt potatoes, looking exasperated. ‘I’m such an idiot! I’ve actually managed to burn potatoes… by boiling them. This is completely unheard of! It’s all my fault for being so careless. I left the potatoes to boil and ran off to do something else. I was so busy that I completely forgot about them, until two minutes ago, when I smelled the burnt potatoes. Then I remembered that mine and Felix’s dinner was in that pot. All of the water had actually evaporated!’

Scott announced, faking a smile. “But they are pulling each other's hair,” the police captain pointed out. “Oh,” I muttered, laughing awkwardly, “Ignore them, it's their love language.” “Why would I be in love with this sex-starved idiot?” Greg asked angrily. Nikita scoffed, “Can you all hear the potato talking, or is it just me? You should be in the kitchen, washed and prepared to be fried or boiled. If only you had been born when God made the ten commandments, he would have used you to make it eleven… thou shalt not look like a potato!”

Oh Aria how much youd be going insane right now over this handsome man. "How does potato soup sound to you?" Loren says turning towards me, a smirk appearing on his face, as he caught me staring at me agian. "Potato soup sounds wonderful." I squeak looking down quickly.I havent had potato soup since I was a child. My mom used to make it for me all the time, it was one of my favorite things to eat. "Okay potato soup it is, ill make enough for all of us. Wonder where the two dimwhits are." Loren says grabbing milk, heavy cream, butter, carrots and celery out of the fridge setting it down on the counter.