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In an era of increasing awareness of the dangers of workplace violence, how could someone bring in mashed potatoes to an office?
We get tased for a lot less.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | January 25, 2016 at 04:13 PM
Stop him before he spuds again.
Posted by: MOTW | January 25, 2016 at 04:36 PM
taters gonna tate
Posted by: ligirl | January 25, 2016 at 04:42 PM
It's the latest, it's the greatest, mashed potatoes (yeah yeah yeah).
*hops back on geezer bus*
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | January 25, 2016 at 06:17 PM
SPUDS OF DEATH!
Posted by: ImNotDave | January 25, 2016 at 07:20 PM
It's so hard to know what will appeal to a particular woman.
Posted by: Bob | January 25, 2016 at 07:40 PM
If he had been thoughtful and added some gravy, their relationship might have bloomed. No woman likes a cheapskate.
Posted by: Le Petomane | January 25, 2016 at 07:58 PM
"Give me gravy, for my mashed potatoes..."
Calling Dee Dee Sharp.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | January 25, 2016 at 08:22 PM
A gravy mistake.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 25, 2016 at 08:37 PM
'scuse me while i whip this
out'
Posted by: ligirl | January 25, 2016 at 08:59 PM
potatriarchy!
Posted by: mudstuffin in klumbus | January 26, 2016 at 10:23 AM
so we are to infer he was whipped or mashed?
Posted by: funny man | January 26, 2016 at 11:49 AM
Answer: He was a "masher"!
Posted by: funny man | January 26, 2016 at 11:51 AM
50 shades of gravy
Posted by: ligirl | January 26, 2016 at 12:34 PM