Dr.Spuds Physco Therapy

[zepboy]

Doc Taterhead:

Do people REALLY eat your dirty skin ...as well as your fluffy entrails?

Respectfully Submitted,

Sgt. Fury, USMC

Dear Sgt. Fury,

Especially the Irish

Hugs,

Spud

Love them fluffy entrails!

[Me]

Dear Lost Clock,

Sometimes time does stop in an instant and you'll never forget that moment........

I dreamed I lay where the rainbows danced by a crystal sea.
When right away the winds whipped, the sea swelled as thunder and lighting tore me apart, into a dark dominion upon a deceitful day. A heart of misery shearing me apart, floods of tears upon my arch. I'll never see thee more but forever you will remain in my heart....Amy

The past and future is the egg beater of time.

HUGS,

Spud

4/14/81--9/26/04

[Xanadu]

Dear Spud,

Intense visions of a lost world trouble my sleep. Clocks combine to form the ultimate time where all is said in a complex of forms.

Signed,
Closed Eye

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Closed Eye,

Circles rewinding time and space like meteors in orbit at frightful
speed. Designer biskets oscillate wildly with a parallax view of evolution.
Syndicate of suits compromise uncontradicted arithmetical obliquity and then we begin again.

Hugs,

Fluffy and Fresh Spud's

[awip2062]

Dear Dr. Me,

Why is why spelt with a y?

Signed,

Just Dunno

[zepboy]

Doc, I need your help.

I came home, and my family left. Do you think it was me, or do you think they had something to do?

-Alone and scared.

[Xanadu]

Dear Spud,

Blue lined horizontal plane projecting direct milk chocolate synesthesia. Micro worlds of coco powder clump together in fear of snickering candy bars dripping with high fructose diabetic soup. Livid tomatoes tear out peach fuzz in front of lingering leaks.

Signed,
Coco Monkey

[zepboy]

Now the family is back. What does it mean?

[Xanadu]

Family apples hang from the tree never changing branches.

[awip2062]

Dear Dr. Spudly,

Why is the snow white?

Signed,

Such Pretty Mountains

[Me]

Dear Spud,

Blue lined horizontal plane projecting direct milk chocolate synesthesia. Micro worlds of coco powder clump together in fear of snickering candy bars dripping with high fructose diabetic soup. Livid tomatoes tear out peach fuzz in front of lingering leaks.

Signed,
Coco Monkey

No other time in history are we able to fly into the past and into the future in one day. Our sub-consciousness influnced by the matter around us being a primary entity manifested thru our consciouness. Pocket colors of dreaming is your perception illustrating a metaphor towards your connectedness of life and spirit within the universe. In other words didactic analytic interest in morphological coherence of funchtionality of expressionistic organical structure lets us reach into your dreams and influnce them. That being said; I told you to wear your lead lined night cap....didn't I?

Dr. Me

[Xanadu]

Dear one eyed potato,

Carrot missiles launch from the ground, pounding potatoes bomb the launch pad a moment too late. The aftermath of rotting fruit compost for growing another war. What is the best way to use seeds?

Signed,
Framed Farmer

[CygnusX1]

Doctor Spud,

What's so special about Idaho 'taters?

I don't see what all the fuss is about.

that's favoritism and prejudice, and it has no place in the produce department.

Signed,

The Yam Family

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Don't tell me the potatoe got raided in the refrigerator
tator tears in me spud eyes, for who steals my potatoe chip
pie. Yams be me pinching pitch forks full of eyes and ears holes
I hear that lonely potatoe all fluffed up and no where to go.
in the ground scatered all around.. pitch to pick em up... sow em to grow em
just watch out for the mold or you'll grow old

may the spuds yam you all night long





TALE OF TWO POTATOES
You know that all potatoes have eyes. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Potato had eyes for each other and they finally got married and had a little one . . . a real Sweet Potato, whom they called "Yam."
They wanted the best for little Yam, telling her all about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting Half Baked because she could get Mashed, get a bad name like Hot Potato, and then end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
She said not to worry . . . no Mr. McSpud would get her into the sack and make a Rotten Potato out of her! But she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of food and exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
Mr. and Mrs. Potato told her about going off to Europe, and to watch out for the Hard Boiled guys from Ireland, and even the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. They also said she should watch out for the Indians when going out West, because she could get Scalloped.
She told them she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Blue Belles or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks you see around town that say Frito Lay.
Mr. and Mrs. Potato wanted the best for Yam, so they sent her to "Idaho P.U." . . . that's Potato University, where the Big Potatoes come from and when she graduated, she'd really be in the Chips.
But one day she came home and said she was going to marry Walter Cronkite. Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset and said she couldn't marry him because he's just ...
.................a COMMON TATER!!!!

[CygnusX1]

Don't tell me the potatoe got raided in the refrigerator
tator tears in me spud eyes, for who steals my potatoe chip
casserole. Yams be me pinching pitch forks full of eyes and ears
I hear the lonely potatoe all fluffed up and no where to go.
in the ground scater all around pitch to pick em up sow em grow
just watch out for the mold or you'll grow old

Thank you, thank you! bows now I got to run because Rush is going to be playing on wmmr.com around noon so may the spuds yam you all night long

I just crack me self up sometimes



TALE OF TWO POTATOES
You know that all potatoes have eyes. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Potato had eyes for each other and they finally got married and had a little one . . . a real Sweet Potato, whom they called "Yam."
They wanted the best for little Yam, telling her all about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting Half Baked because she could get Mashed, get a bad name like Hot Potato, and then end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
She said not to worry . . . no Mr. McSpud would get her into the sack and make a Rotten Potato out of her! But she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of food and exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
Mr. and Mrs. Potato told her about going off to Europe, and to watch out for the Hard Boiled guys from Ireland, and even the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. They also said she should watch out for the Indians when going out West, because she could get Scalloped.
She told them she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Blue Belles or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks you see around town that say Frito Lay.
Mr. and Mrs. Potato wanted the best for Yam, so they sent her to "Idaho P.U." . . . that's Potato University, where the Big Potatoes come from and when she graduated, she'd really be in the Chips.
But one day she came home and said she was going to marry Walter Cronkite. Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset and said she couldn't marry him because he's just ...
.................a COMMON TATER!!!!

thanks for the clarification Doc.

Although I would kindly remind the Doctor that many of us Americans are boycotting anything "French" because of their "strong" spines, and are replacing "French" with the word "Freedom".

Hence, "French" Fries are now referred to as "Freedom" Fries.

"French" salad dressing is now known as "Freedom" dressing.

You Ged the picture.

So hey Doc......HOW 'BOUT THEM COLTS??