This morning, after extended, sanity-restoring sleep (I thought, clearly I was wrong), I rolled over to look at the clock. As I rolled back, I saw it. Right where I had been laying, there was a familiar 2 inch orange sugar-brick.
I already knew the truth, but I needed more convincing in my head. With a trembling hand I lifted it and examined it. It was, beyond all doubts- A CIRCUS PEANUT. Right where I had been laying, in my bed. I had layed a Circus Peanut. After the initial terror passed, I realized that this could be a real benefit! A free snack in the mornings, alright!
Now some of you would review the evidence, and say “Now Lucky, isn’t it true you ate Circus Peanuts in bed last night?” and I would be forced to say yes, but that is exactly the kind of cruel, Richard C. Hoagland hating thinking that gets us things like… well… bad things.
Seriously, I did think this was funny. I ate some Circus Peanuts in bed, but I didn’t think I dropped any. I’m usually a fairly tidy person, so it was kinda unusual for me to find candy in my bed. Right where I had been laying. Hehe. Right where I had been laying = right where I had been laying Circus Peanuts.
Come one come all and see The Amazing Circus Peanut Laying Boy[sup]TM[/sup]!! He’ll be in bed.
LC
Lucki, you crack me up. Maybe you need therapy, maybe a bib. Possibly a Shop-Vac™.
You still crack me up.
Viva el Penuts Circuso!
-Rue.
Oh I thought you meant you laid a circus peanut and maybe you got it pregnant or raped it or something.
DON’T RAPE CIRCUS PEANUTS
Heeeey, cowboy, try one with bacon dip. You’ll never go back. To whatever you left. Hem. Bye.
Wierdo. 
No, actually, I have to admit, I’m just jealous.
But since I sleep with a beagle, maybe I’ve been laying circus peanuts for years. They just naturally disappear instantaneous like any other treats within beagle-snarfing range.
I am bumping this thread so that Cranky will post here. It’s not a circus peanut thread without her.
LC
Heh. That was my firt thought as well. Followed by “Boy, Lucki has just carried his love of those foul things to a whole new, sick level.”
Sig line alert. In fact, I haven’t used mine in a while. Can I have this one?
Lucki, honey, I hope for your sake you wore a condom. There’s no telling what horrible disease you can get from circus peanuts. 
Robin
Damnit, am I one who isn’t gettin’ any?
Things are bad when I look at a circus peanut with envy.
::bump::
Cranky, this thread will not die until you post.
LC
Cranky. You will post. Oh yes. You will post.
That is all.
P.S.- Pleeease? I just love your CP related wisdom…
While we’re waiting for Cranky, I’ll just show off my knowledge of peanut-related song lyrics.
*Sitting by the roadside on a summer’s day,
Chattin’ with my mess mates, passing time away.
Lyin’ in the shadows underneath the trees,
Goodness how delicious, eatin’ goober peas!
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eatin' goober peas.
Goodness how delicious!
Eatin' goober peas.
When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule,
Cry out all the loudest, 'Mister, here's your mule.'
But another custom, enchanting-er than these,
Is wearing out your grinders, eatin' goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eatin’ goober peas.
Goodness how delicious!
Eatin’ goober peas.*
Thank you Mrs. Bogo, my fifth grade music teacher.
I was so disturbed by the title, I had to resist opening the thread.
I mean, I eat eggs and all, out of a chicken’s vagina, but they have a washable shell which I can then peel off. A circus peanut being expelled by someone’s netherparts, without a way to cleanse it before consumption…
Let’s just say I prefer to think of them as a factory product.
And let’s also get down to brass tacks…since I don’t think you have a vagina, I am worried by the image of you shitting one whole. Yipes.
Holy shit Cranky!
I was thinking that this happened more by some kind of Circus Peanut osmosis. There was no need to bring SHIT in to this. Good heavens, woman, get ahold of yourself. It’s just magic, you know, like when Jebus made loaves and fishes. Nobody accused him of shitting fish!
Jeez.
LC