They should make bubblegum that tastes like mashed potatoes. You know, for lovers.

The living have love for the dead, but the dead have no love for the living. I ought to know, because I’d like the steak—medium rare—mashed potatoes, green beans, and a salad on the side....

It pours itself. My love, I mean. I hope you like a lot of gravy on your mashed potatoes!

My humble spirit takes shape as mashed potatoes on the side. I already ate the instructions.

At the potluck, I brought two dishes: knowledge and mashed potatoes and gravy. Guess which one got cleaned out and which one hardly got touched.

A finger point plus a thumb’s up is a handgun. Don’t worry, it’s not loaded. Now the mashed potatoes, they’re loaded. Dangerously delicious.

I don’t like questions at all if they are anything like how I like my mashed potatoes: loaded.

I’ll take a side of mashed potatoes—on the left side. And the right side.