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Nutella.
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This. And butter, crunch peanut butter or raspberry jam.
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unhealthy omg! that is why I filled out a complaint to get a check worth 5 jars back. ![]()
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The blood of my enemies, the tears of virgins, and the nectar of my victories
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Peanut butter.
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Don't you mean the blood, tears, and nectar of virgins?
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^ Also the plasma of young infants.
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Not too young, good enough to be ripe and plasma-ey.
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Honey Butter + Honey Apple Butter Grape Jelly Peanut Butter Peanut Butter + Honey |
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Anyone ever put plain cinnamon (no sugar mixed in, I said plain) on toast?
I like it, oddly. Somewhat invigorating. Well, that's how I remember it.
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All this and so much more at your local supermarket now!
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I could go with some cinnamon and butter
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I pot toast crumbs on my toast. Hardcore.
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