So what, I can count to Algeria.

How exactly does a potato farm end up $10,000,000 in debt?

I'm sure Canadians all feel much safer with that potato man in a foreign prison and the RCMP unapologetic about its "procedures".

I love the Canadian Bush years. This is really the right thing to do.

Phil Moskowitz: I love the Canadian Bush years. This is really the right thing to do.

Yep, this or that.

Algeria was one of my my most difficult high school subjects. But then, I was never good in math.

Maybe the whole RCMP force should be sent to Iran to protect the mission there,given the situation there i'm sure they'll find out just how people are treated in those backward countrys and if any of them survive after 10 months ,i'm sure they will be more intelligent in a case such as above.

Yeah well they don't wear dem fancy red uniforms fer nuttin.

Au, what a gratin thing to do.

The RCMP continue to embarrass themselves, and our nation.

Yippie-ki-yay, potato farmer.

What was the guy farming again?

What Lebanese prison may look like:

Give it away, give it away, give it away now.

One night, the Potato family sat down to dinner-Mother Potato and her three daughters. Midway through the meal, the eldest daughter spoke up. "Mother Potato?" she said. "I have an announcement to make."
"And what might that be?" said Mother, seeing the obvious excitement in her eldest daughter's eyes.

"Well," replied the daughter, with a proud but sheepish grin, "I'm getting married!"

The other daughters squealed with surprise as Mother Potato exclaimed, "Married! That's wonderful! And who are you marrying, Eldest daughter?"

"I'm marrying a Russet!"

"A Russet!" replied Mother Potato with pride.

"Oh, a Russet is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!"

As the family shared in the eldest daughter's joy, the middle daughter spoke up. "Mother? I, too, have an announcement."

"And what might that be?" encouraged Mother Potato.

Not knowing quite how to begin, the middle daughter paused, then said with conviction, "I, too, am getting married!"

"You, too!" Mother Potato said with joy. "That's wonderful! Twice the good news in one evening! And who are you marrying, Middle Daughter?"

"I'm marrying an Idaho!" beamed the middle daughter.

"An Idaho!" said Mother Potato with joy. "Oh, an Idaho is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!"

Once again, the room came alive with laughter and excited plan for the future, when the youngest Potato daughter interrupted. "Mother? Mother Potato? Um, I, too, have an announcement to make."

"Yes?" said Mother Potato with great anticipation.

"Well," began the youngest Potato daughter with the same sheepish grin as her eldest sister before her, "I hope this doesn't come as a shock to you, but I am getting married, as well!"

"Really?" said Mother Potato with sincere excitement. "All of my lovely daughters married! What wonderful news! And who, pray tell, are you marrying, Youngest Daughter?"

"I'm marrying Peter Jennings!"

"Peter Jennings?!" Mother Potato scowled suddenly. "But he's just a common tater!"

offmymeds: "I'm marrying a Russet!"