Bad potatoes

[Guest Guest]

Mrs. Perfesser had cooked a halfway decent meal one night, and the old

perfesser had been goin' at it with gusto. He was about halfway finished

his meal when he took a good long look at the potato. He looked over at

Mrs. Perfesser and said, "This potato is bad." Mrs. Perfesser picked it up,

smacked it, and put it back on his plate... then said, "If that potato

causes any more trouble, you just let me know."

[Guest Guest]

Sounds like me!