Funny...............I guess

I just got home from work and decided that peanut butter would be the best thing to compliment a shower. I was right, bread was wrong. Nothing beats peanut butter and I'd step into a ring to defend that. Maybe not the American ring where they hold a 16 year old prisoner and beat him till he looks the old shaky lady but a fair one yes indeed. The thing about peanut butter is that it cost more than I can afford and then even more than my friends abroad who don't send me butter can afford. Even when I say " Hey Dave, you're headed back to Barrie to visit your family and then back into to Toronto to see your brother........., could you grab me some peanut butter?" all I get is "It's not good for you and you don't need it". How the heck did he that heroin was next on my list. Anyway back to the peanut butter. When I was a kid I wasn't allowed to do fuck all. I looked up to the kids who were able to openly watch cartoons in front of their parents. Under the iron fist the only thing I had was to sneak peanut butter and, oddly enough, a small black and white TV into my room on Friday nights. I had bunk beds because they were hand me downs despite being born a single bastard and I would hide the TV on the first bunk while hanging a sheet down from the top. The reason I did this was so that I could watch kids in the hall and not get grandma censored from all the funny parts. This skit I came across made me laugh and I thought "yeah. Being a bike is really a shitty job". To find out what I used to do with the peanut butter you'll have to ask around.