I don’t even know where to start. I thought this was such a great place filled with people who were dignified and honorable and then I stumble upon this dumpster fire of blasphemy.
Margarine was created in the early 1400’s to identify the subhuman filth among us. Some ~600 years later, it apparently still works. Butter, mind you, was a gift to humanity from Teddy Roosevelt in 1997.
Crunchy peanut butter was the product of a toothless gentleman with a peanut addiction searching for a way to carry out his days without losing his sole vice. Enlisting the services of a young relative to pre-chew his nuts, he discovered a means by which he could still enjoy these delicious goobers until the day he died. Unable to keep up, an army of goats, indigenous to Jakarta, picked up the slack. They’re still pumping that shit out to this day under various labels. Creamy peanut butter, however, was the result of a terrible accident. A truck carrying several tons of peanuts was in an accident, rolling over and spilling its contents just outside the fence of a Jimi Hendrix concert, one that a group angels was coincidentally casting their angelic glow upon. The intersection of the otherworldly music coming from the guitar paired with the brilliance from above met squarely in the epicenter of the peanut catastrophe. The result of this combination literally melted the peanuts into the delicious, heavenly, Jimi Hendrix-y awesomeness that they are today.
In summary, I’d choose a post-mortem gift from one of the greatest presidents this nation has ever seen, along with a spontaneously created product of upside-down left-handed angel sauce.
But if you want to be subhuman filth that eats pre-chewed nuts from Indonesian goats, that’s all on you.
I’m lookin at you,
@didimauw.