Potato Puns Novels & Stories

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

“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?”

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

She snickered. "Fine but don't call me that. How many times should I have to tell you?" He whined. "What are you even talking about? You used to love being called a potato. In fact," she turned towards Anya and said, "I called him pumpkin once and he strictly told me to call him potato instead and potato only." She spoke like a five year old. "Mom, I was a kid then but I'm a grown man now besides potato seemed like a much less humiliating option than pumpkin at the time." He huffed.

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

Fish alone is a heavenly taste but this! " Oh! Slow down cheetah! There are tons more no need to wolf down like a starving cat." How can I? When I am one! Wait a minute. .. these are strangely detailed puns. ... I turn to look at him about to ask about it but then he passes me another and my body wolfed it down automatically. " That good huh?" I nodded my head not bothering to stop eating to reply to him. I then feel his hand patting my head like a kid.

He never said so, but she was his favorite. “Genty,” Aaron said as he dug a small potato out of the ground and tossed it into a basket, “have you ever wondered where potatoes come from?” “They come from America,” Genty replied, with a smile. “Oh,” Aaron said with a shrug. “I thought they came from God.” Genty laughed gently and ruffled his hair. “That, too. They come from God, by way of America, silly boy.” Still not exactly sure how both could be true, Aaron moved to the next potato and wiped his brow on the back of his dirt-covered hand. “Genty, do you ever listen to Ma and Granddad talking, when they think we are still asleep?”

"Yeah. I've wanted this for so long I kind of forgot what it feels like to actually have it." His arms tighten around me. "Well get used to it. Because I'm not going anywhere." The weight of March sits in the corner of my mind, but I push it away. Not today. Breakfast is surprisingly edible. Julian makes a big show of complimenting my "chef skills" even though it's literally just scrambled eggs and toast. "Truly, you've outdone yourself," he says in a fake fancy French-like voice. "The eggs are perfectly mediocre." "Shut up and eat."

I sneered 'It's an ugly idea, bro" annoyed Kopa replied. "Yes! So plant sweet potatoes instead of inventing a superweapon that will destroy the world. Thank you, Luke, I want Bennet to have more children!" Cole immediately interjected. Is it true that they are of the mushroom type? The snort was constant. The teenager just snorted and whispered that vegetables are more dangerous than missiles. Vegetables are said to kill. Strange child. After i dance with Luke, I danced with another cousin of my husband. A certain someone called Rile Leofwin.

Jordan snickered, “I didn’t know you swing that way. Let’s see… Kaden’s more skilled with his mouth, Logan with his fingers and…” “What!” I screamed, wishing the ground would swallow me. “That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it.” He shrugged. “You say potatoes and I say poTatoes… same thing!”