He is a tuber

Mr Potato Head

Maybe its groundhog day

The friend may be strange, but he’s a fungi.

He is a zombie that had been buried.

Do it in the dirt.

His name is Dug.

The strange friend who was not here. He was risen in the ground.

The good friend who is here is on the grill.

He’s the salt of the earth, though.

He is a strange friend because he takes dirt naps.

A friendship needs good roots………

Unfortunately they never cared to dig him up, which is why he still isn’t here.

Please don’t bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I’d druther have “em” cut me up
And pass me all around.

Thank you, John Prine.

“Why don’t we do it in the road….”

‘My name is mud’
from Primus

Ugh, Professor Sprout has us repotting mandrakes again.

Is he a zombie? It explains, why he was that strange.

I’ve made a few ladies on the ground, but never in the ground.

Necrophilia has never been one of my pastimes.

@FB I would have thought, that too much rooting around destroys friendships

“Why for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?” – Tasmanian Devil

Dr. Srange lorve.

How about a golem?

Sorry you just missed Mr. Potato. He’s in the head.

I planted a seed of Engrish and it became my strange friend. <3

You certainly did not see anyone a moment ago.. but if you did … he is certainly not a mole man and you should certainly not spread the news of the existence of their underground race *wink wink*

Diglett’s biggest fan.

This seasons’ runway must-haves: outdoor status sportswear for the solo pedestrian – ephemeral phrasing says “there’s a perfectly valid reason that I am unaccompanied at the moment”.

He could be the root of your problem.