Yesterday, I woke up to get ready for church, and went into the kitchen to get some food (because I was hungry).
I opened up my cabinet and my peanut butter came FLYING out at me. It almost hit me in the head. Like it had a mind of its own.
After bouncing around on the stove like a 5 year old on November 1st, it inconveniently fell between the fridge and the stove.
I decided to take matters into my own hands, so I got the broom to get it out.
Even though I put the broom behind the peanut butter to pull it out, the jar somehow jumped behind the fridge.
So now my peanut butter has a new home.
Yay.
you are haunted, by penuts who have died a hoorid death from smashing.....until they oozed
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