An atheist man is startled in his sleep and wakes up. He screams. His wife asks him what's wrong. The only thing he can say is "P-Peanut butter, goddamn… PEANUT BUTTER EVERYWHERE!".
I can attest to this. It goes by many names: Jif, Peter, Skippy, but all the same, not a day nor night passes when I'm not haunted by its phantasmal presence. It's always there; watching, waiting for me to misstep.
I've been living in fear for six years now.
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Wilhelm Hohenzollern
Oct 08, 2013 at 09:02PM EDT
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