xbxb
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AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW
(deep breath) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWell I have been just freaking out for the past few days. My Peanut is gone. Ohhh no, --- for the past 3 days I could not find my little buddy, I searched in the basement because I was down there doing some work and I could just see it slipping away in some cardboard box full of very important crap. Then I went to the garage, it had to be out there. I was slicing away on stuff out there and maybe it fell into those black trash cans so I emptied those and dug through all that garbage. No luck!?!---- So I could just see it sitting at the grocery store screaming at me as I walked away and the next guy in line drooling and giggling as he slipped it into his pocket!!! OH Crap!!! Well now it's Friday I came home and figured the last place to look is all my pants pockets so I'm digging away separating my stuff from her stuff, shirts from pants, going into the pockets and the last pair of pants just feels a few ounces heavier and Glory! Glory! Glory!the little red handled buddy is finally found!!!
So what happens next???? My wife walks in the bedroom and says "OH thanks for helping with the laundry honey!!! Well I look down at the floor at the piles of clothes---stick my peanut in my pocket-- and say uhh no problem I just thought you could use a little help.
Oh well small price to pay to get my little red peanut back.
(deep breath) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWell I have been just freaking out for the past few days. My Peanut is gone. Ohhh no, --- for the past 3 days I could not find my little buddy, I searched in the basement because I was down there doing some work and I could just see it slipping away in some cardboard box full of very important crap. Then I went to the garage, it had to be out there. I was slicing away on stuff out there and maybe it fell into those black trash cans so I emptied those and dug through all that garbage. No luck!?!---- So I could just see it sitting at the grocery store screaming at me as I walked away and the next guy in line drooling and giggling as he slipped it into his pocket!!! OH Crap!!! Well now it's Friday I came home and figured the last place to look is all my pants pockets so I'm digging away separating my stuff from her stuff, shirts from pants, going into the pockets and the last pair of pants just feels a few ounces heavier and Glory! Glory! Glory!the little red handled buddy is finally found!!!So what happens next???? My wife walks in the bedroom and says "OH thanks for helping with the laundry honey!!! Well I look down at the floor at the piles of clothes---stick my peanut in my pocket-- and say uhh no problem I just thought you could use a little help.
Oh well small price to pay to get my little red peanut back.
