The lowest form of humor is not the pun. It is potato humor.
Three Beautiful Potatoes
Mr and Mrs Potato Head have three beautiful daughters. One night, they’re gathered around the dinner table when the eldest daughter speaks up.
“Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you... I’m getting married!”
Mrs Potato Head looks at her “This is such a surprise! Who is he?”
The eldest daughter smiles “Well, he’s a yam.”
Mr Potato Head nods approvingly “A yam! Yes, yams are sweet taters. I look forward to meeting him...”
But before he can finish, the eldest daughter nudges the middle child and says “You have some news too, don’t you?”
The middle child blushes “Well yes... I’m getting married too!”
Mrs Potato Head is agape “You as well? Who is he?”
The middle child says “Oh he’s wonderful. He works in television! When teams of athletes are playing sports, he talks about what’s going on!”
Mr Potato Head frowns “Oh no, that won’t do at all! That sounds like a *common tater!* You can do better than that!”
But before he can finish, the youngest daughter blurts out “Well if you’re both getting married all of a sudden then I’m going to marry Vladimir Putin!”
Mr Potato Head splutters “Vladimir Putin? You can’t marry Vladimir Putin! He’s a *fascist dick tater!”*
Let the groaning begin.
As a result of all that, there would potentially be a lot of tater tots.