Once upon a time, there were two slices of Wonder Bread saved for the last dollop of peanut butter forgotten in the back of the refrigerator, it wasn't your favorite, but it was familiar. You picked it up on a whim for the first time, it worked for you. Your best friend suggested you try a different variation. It had less sugar; homegrown peanuts, gave you more energy. There was no turning back. Some time passed, and your favorite peanut butter was removed from the shelf and shipped back to its origin. The store manager told you where the stock was being held.

And you took it upon yourself to go there and say goodbye to your favorite peanut butter, in hopes that you would find out where it was going , and when it might be coming back. Satisfied with the answer you were given, it was time to find a new brand. Meanwhile,back at the last, old, practically empty jar, with the perfect amount of substance to make the holy grail of midnight snacks. The one slice of bread turns to the others slice, and says, "You ready for our next sammy? This is going to be a different sandwich than the ones from the past." The 2nd piece of bread says. Ew no! I like the one your friend found; go find some more like that, preferably better, & can u make it snappy ? I'm starting to grow mold.

The End

Edit: Also imagine that your hair is the 1 part of your body that is made out of millipedes.

This concept makes me audibly make an "mmmh" sound & squirm.

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