Peanut butter sandwiches aren’t worth 20 cents. They aren’t worth 2 cents. You couldn’t pay me enough to eat a peanut butter sandwich. But I love cashews. Go figure.
I can’t wait till he orders a cup of coffee made from beans that have been through a monkey’s butt.
When the peanuts hit your eyes
like the moon in the sky
That’s our Rory
The north of Spain has circus peanuts with pricing suitable for Cephus budgets.
Only a tiny bit more outlandish than a $20 hamburger or hot dog.
For a bad deal, offer Rory another Johnny Jolly packer and 1 Milwaukee Holiday Buck eye.
Rory made that sandwich sound totally inedible.
“We use only the finest baby peanuts, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly shelled, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk butter envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.” ☺
I believe the phrase should be “Are you finished?” “Done” is what you have with a pancake. (2nd grade English teacher)
He forgot to say, “By monkeys.”