Okay, so I was walking along with a spoon and a jar of chunky Jif (mmmm…). All of a sudden, this clumsy oaf bumps into me, dropping a piece of his chocolatey gunk into my delectable jar of peanuty bliss.
Now what am I supposed to do? Does anyone seriously expect me to eat this stuff?
If you do, make sure it’s chocolate first.
Well, if it’s chocolate, enjoy yourself since they no longer make chunky Reese’s Peanut Buttercups.
But he got chocolate in my peanut butter!
I misread the title as “Clumsy oaf ruined my sack”, and wincingly wondered where you were sitting and what kind of boots he had on.
Color me relieved.
No, no, JThunder. You got peanut butter on his chocolate.
Just throw the whole mess away, JT. Nobody is gonna eat that! How nasty can you get?! Eeeeuagh!
There’s no wrong way…to eat a Reese’s.
I just had to peek in, JThunder, to say how much I love the epithet “oaf.”
Thanks. I thought about using “stupid poltroon,” but I decided that “oaf” had more zing.
I just read the title to this thread and started laughing my ass off! I’m still laughing . . . the title is cash money. Belongs in The Onion.