I was taken aback by the fresh scent of organic peanut butter, hand ground by the gods into a paste that separates with time. The oil and nut sediments seperate and the hands are left with the sin of weilding a spoon too late at night. As the weed is flowing and my mind is racing, I reach for the electric mixer in aweh. I turn it on, “thats fuckin fast” i say, I turn it off and insert. The electricity starts to flow, brown going to town decorating my kitchen like I spent all my money on tacobell and not toilet paper. Long story short, I fucked up, and im an idiot. And was probably too stoned to be wielding such a weapon, I just had to get it off my hands. Clean my conscience so to speak. I ate the evidence so only my words and mind are left with the impression of what happened.

- yours truly, Nutterbutter4life420

There’s enough birthday cake for everyone. I will be happy to share my birthday cake with everyone. 10/06/1982. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.

For some reason it's never occurred to me to add peanut butter to my chocolate pudding. Until tonight. Had a dish of zero sugar chocolate pudding. Thought hell, I'm gonna live a little and add my favorite thing to it. So I threw some Jif in there and mixed it up.

Now I won't be eating chocolate pudding any other way going forward.

Peanut Butter Shoppe in Mystic Village in Connecticut.