You are okay? he asked. Not eaten by monsters?Not even a little bit. I showed him that I still had both arms and both legs, and Tyson clapped happily.Yay! he said. Now we can eat peanut butter sandwic...
I'm going to take this God-given gift of being funny, and I'm going to spread it out like peanut butter on everything I do.
Is Tyson okay?' I asked.The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. 'He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though 'peanut butter' is a strange battle cry.
He looked pained. I don’t eat peanut butter. That genuinely shocked her. Who doesn’t eat peanut butter? It’s the perfect food. He shuddered. Even to make up for all the things I’ve done wrong, I don’t...
Yes," he said sincerely. "Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.
German is a much more precise language than English. Americans throw the word love around for everything: I love my wife! I love all my friends! I love rock music! I love the rain! I love comic books!...
