So, I'm leaving the carrot joke up for a while. I just love this joke.
Two carrots are walking down the street, and as they are crossing the street, one of the carrots gets hit by a car. He is hurt badly and an ambulance comes to take him to the hospital. He goes into emergency surgery as soon as he arrives and his carrot compatriot is told to wait in the waiting room. After what seems to be an inordinate amount of time, the surgeon comes out to the waiting room to give the other carrot the prognosis. "Well," says the surgeon, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is he'll live. The bad news is that he'll be a vegetable for the rest of his life."
But here's another one, also botany related: A potato family has three daughters, and one day the oldest daughter comes to her dad and says "Dad. I want to marry an Idaho potato." Her dad nods. "Idahos are good potatoes so that is fine," he says. A year or two later, his middle daughter comes to him and says "Dad, I want to marry a Maine potato." Her dad doesn't think twice but gives his consent. "Maine potatoes are good potatoes. He will be fine." Another year or so and his youngest comes and says. "Dad. I want to marry Dan Rather." Her father takes one look and says "absolutely not!" "But why, Dad?" the daughter asks. "Because he's a commentator," her father answers indignantly.