The best thing about shelled peanuts is the

The best thing about shelled peanuts is the mystery. Will it be a burnt one? Extra salty? Shriveled? Two regular ones? Or that pinnacle of legume evolution: the TRIPLE. Mmm God is

Mr. Peanut. The peanut you get is the peanut you're dealt. You know what God thinks about you based on what kind of peanut you pick out of the bowl. A well-shaped & salted peanut

that Superman flicked at the speed of sound shattering the mirror in the bar when Superman went on the bender and became the bad Superman and had a five o'clock shadow and

a mustache. because all bad guys have a mustache. Bad Superman then used his laser vision to break the Fourth wall and leaped off the comic book page, and into the Batcave, where a

tiny dwarf guard who had been programmed to think he was Gandalf defended the entrance vigorously. However, Bad Superman was better and soon gained access into the Batcave where

And you, honey, can fill the bill. He dug his tongue into her mouth and they hungrily kissed like 2 lost lovers. Whoa! Baby, you're a hot one. Let's catch a taxi and finish this

at my place. In the taxi his tongue dug around in her mouth some more. He felt a molar give way & woah! a gusher spurted out of her mouth. He'd hit oil! Black gold! In his date's m

outh, he'd stumbled upon a new energy source. Now he only had to convince her to sell. He stuck his fingers inside to stop the oil from leaking all over the vinyl seats of the cab.

Of course, since the driver himself was already so greasy, & considering the sort of deeds he got up to when he was meant to be working, it was hardly a detraction from the decor.