Indeed it does. So much truth you put it in your oven and all of the hot air cooked your singular potato that the state issued.
And it cooked it well, j́ust without potato or oven or kitchen. Such is life in Soviet California.
Like, totally gag me with a spoon, comrade!
gag me with a spoon
That took me back. In my sordid youth, at my favorite watering hole, we played this pinball machine. Its name was "Time Machine" IIRC and it was one of the sound bites it spit out. The phrase would've been gibberish to me, despite my knowledge of British English that was taught to us kids in school, were it not for my then American friend Mike, who told me all about Valley Girls and such.
That was one great machine, right up there with Bally's "Eight Ball". (Disclaimer: Your mileage may vary)