The Barn by Ralph Hagen for January 13, 2021

Peanut butter sandwiches aren’t worth 20 cents. They aren’t worth 2 cents. You couldn’t pay me enough to eat a peanut butter sandwich. But I love cashews. Go figure.

I can’t wait till he orders a cup of coffee made from beans that have been through a monkey’s butt.

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When the peanuts hit your eyes

like the moon in the sky

That’s our Rory

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The north of Spain has circus peanuts with pricing suitable for Cephus budgets.

Only a tiny bit more outlandish than a $20 hamburger or hot dog.

For a bad deal, offer Rory another Johnny Jolly packer and 1 Milwaukee Holiday Buck eye.

Rory made that sandwich sound totally inedible.

“We use only the finest baby peanuts, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly shelled, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk butter envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.” ☺

I believe the phrase should be “Are you finished?” “Done” is what you have with a pancake. (2nd grade English teacher)

He forgot to say, “By monkeys.”