Temporary insanity is one of those things

Temporary insanity is one of those things you kind of have to lean into, even if you really are insane. You can't afford to have a good day on the stand when going for nuts.
But that depends on whose nuts they are. Which reminds me of the day I
worked for planter's peanuts as a janitor. I would rifle through offices looking for change. I put my coffee cup down on a desk, of a sketch, it left a ring around Mr. Peanut's eye
but I didn't think much of it until the next day when that hotshot Dan in marketing announced that he had "the new face" of Mr. Peanut. I recognized that monocle as residual from
the celebrity legume. Mr. Peanut would
use that plastic nose tin ways that would having me singin' Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy in 2 minutes flat! He was that
man that your momma warned you about. Just something about him. Maybe it was the
sex, maybe it was the quiet times in the morning. He had me and I knew that I would never be able to turn back. I was stuck. I only hope that this won't turn out like
taffy, cause I just can't stand the stuff. There's fresh and salt water. What the f's the dif? They're both horrible. That's the last time I let ANY man
tell me differently. Sure, there's the taste. But in reality, does that matter? It's all just a lot of H, a little 2, and a mediocre amount of O.

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