Yesterday the Torts final happened. You know that part in The Princess Bride when the guy is in the Pit of Despair and he has a year of his life sucked away? That's how I felt afterwards. But then, there was beer.
I don't know what it is about tort law that brings out the second-grade comedian in me, but regardless:
What do you call the ghost of a potato?
What do you call a tyrannical potato ruler?
What do you call an introspective potato that is made up of many smaller potatoes?
What do you call a potato that copies you?
What do you call a potato that's a very close friend but is also threatening?
What do you call a German potato that kills people?
I realize this is just the same punchline over and over again, but after growing up on "hare/hair" jokes I think I'm operating under diminished capacity.