I'm being drawn into this thread almost against my will... I'm a gravi-tater.
Plain ol' spud here - must make me a commen-tater.
If an unmarried female keeps saying the wrong thing, does that make her a miss-tater?
Mid-terms just ended, didn't they? All those college students were tes-taters.
If it's sold in the supermarket in the grocery section, is it a can-tater?
Put glasses on it, it's a spec-tater.
Hey! If Doc Brown could have upgraded the 21st-century version of the Delorean to use one particular vegetable - instead of the less-appealing garbage - spuds could have a place in movie history as the fuel for the flux capaci-tater.