Sometimes a writeup sucks but is also kind of beautiful. This was in In 3010, the potatoes triumphed.:
It was a grim war. A war of the worlds. A war where many girlfriends got pissed off and firmly planted their feet in irritation. But no one listened. They were like "screw this, french fries make my brain feel like a warm blanket and pillow" So the fighting went on and on. Pretty soon a few of the guys sort of missed their girlfriends and stuff, so they want back home and did the laundry and listened to them, and got married or moved to Buffalo or wherever. The fellahs who were still fighting though to themselves, "These women are a menace, but damn they smell nice!" This of course was a valid point and one that could have made peace, however one fellah whose mother had beaten him repeatedly with jars and called him "dumbass" as a child held back. He did not like women, especially ones who made jelly in the spring time, or ate chocolate. So he created a Pottery Barn on the moon. Most women were fairly excited about this and left to go to the Pottery Barn. The leader, whose name by the way was Bill, figured that this was a calculated risk because any man who went to a Pottery Barn deserved the fairly unpleasant death that awaited him up their (Needless to say it involved paper mache and a drill, but I digress) Having sent most of the women to the moon, or pacified them with Chocolate, Bill turned his sights back on the potatoes. But it was too late. The potatoes and come up with a Mecha-potato that had laser beams in its eyes. Of course this means a whole hell of a lot laser beams and it pretty much fried every living thing on the planet. That kind of sucked. Regardless, the pacified women eventually ran out of chocolate, and came back and kicked ass with some mirrors and other ingenius devices. Women are scary when you piss them off, as the potatoes learned. The End.