Every time I walk past the shelves of food in our kitchen, I give the jar of peanut butter the evil eye. Bad guys can’t resist laughing at the evil eye. The peanut butter always looks back at me with a big clown smile. I just can’t decide if it’s a Bozo smile or a Pennywise smile. Stupid, delicious peanut butter.
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I couldn’t survive without it!