OK who are you and where you from- peanut-butter
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Ze Boy
Devil's Child
Yank beer = Cat piss
Edit: p.s If you buy either Vegemite or Marmite like really cake it on your toast
p.p.s Nah just kidding what you need to do is spread it on lightly so there's just a thin layer
Dred
His Dudeness
The big names....yes. Sam Adams is good, so is Harpoon, Sierra Nevada, Dogfish, and other "microbrews" if you can even call them that.
Ze Boy
Devil's Child
Yeh but see there's the problem they (as far as I know) only export the big names most them beers I haven't even heard of
Dred
His Dudeness
Ze Boy
Devil's Child
By most them beers I meant that the only one I had heard of was Sam Adams but I've never seen it in a grog shop and it would have been on baseball nascar or indy that I'd heard of it
Dred
His Dudeness
Ze Boy
Devil's Child
Jim Koch (brewmaster and owner) doesn't fuck around.
Nice
Well it's like 1:30AM so gl with buying international food and good night
Lussi
Member
I'm European and I never ate peanut butter until this year and I like it a lot ! Bread + Peanut Butter + Nutella...
Dred
His Dudeness
<-Warheart->
Fuck You Very Much
europeans hate peanut butter? never heard of that. i like it a lot...
Yeah, I agree with these two posts. Peanut Butter r00lez.
Deadly
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i only eat peanut-butter on home-made cookies... it's heavenly... when the cookies are like still a bit warm and soft *drewl*
too many calories too eat it regularly though
too many calories too eat it regularly though
eveningninja
Skull Kid
Dred
His Dudeness
Deadly
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eveningninja
Skull Kid
Dred
His Dudeness
Peanut-Butter Sandwich
by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)
I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”
by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)
I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”
Altitudes
Stay Frosty
Peanut Butter r00l3z, Marmite is aweful (at least to me), and Sam Adams and Sierra Nevada (brewery is in my city) is tasty.
Ze Boy
Devil's Child
When you ate it did the person who served it up do the first p.s in my quote if so it would have tasted extremely strong and disgusting i.e "rank"
On the other hand if they did the second p.p.s in my quote it it wouldn't be strong tasting at all, most Aussies cake the shit on, but it's really meant to be used in the fashion I described
But then maybe you just didn't like it
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