An elite Idaho potato got together with a blueblood potato from Maine and together produced a Long Island potato. (North Shore) The youngster was spoiled and opinionated and one day announced to her parents "When I grow up I want to marry Walter Cronkite ." The parents said "You can't marry Walter Cronkite - he's just a commontator." (And a good one he was.)
You can mash it, hash it, slice it and dice it - grocers sell it but Dan Quayle couldn't spell it.
tjs
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