Can't resist sharing this one....
In East Texas, there is a town that celebrates the yam and all things yam. Every year they have the Yamboree. Not a Jamboree, but the Yamboree. It's like a country fair, with a parade and a beauty pageant and everything else all rolled into one. Anyway, the biggest deal in town is to be named Queen Yam.

But you don't win Queen Yam on looks, really. Nope, you win it by selling tickets to the Yamboree. Needless to say, only rich girls win Queen Yam. One daddy probably went broke one year when his twin girls ran and he had to buy twice the number of tickets so they could tie and BOTH win as co-queens. I believe they were Queen Yam Nan and Ann, or something like that.
Every once in a while, some poor deluded girl from a neighboring town will attempt to win the title, but no one outside the town will ever win. A girl from my HS tried to win one year. We were eating lunch in the cafeteria, and a male friend of ours asked her why she was even trying and didn't she know she didn't stand a chance.

Of course, he was dead on the money, but we were a bit surprised that he was so blunt. (Keep in mind, it was a small HS, so we were more like brothers and sisters.) Someone said, "Well, what he means is, it is all rigged and you basically have to buy the title, so that's why you can't win." My male friend said, "No, that's not it.
It's because your yams aren't big enough!"

We all tried not to laugh for about 2 seconds, but it was a lost cause. She tried to be indignant, but even she was laughing. The yam jokes never ended where that town was concerned.
