Poor peanut.
He doesn’t know if he is a nut or a legume.
My little sister ended up with my father’s several foot tall Mr. Peanut.
She was kind enough to send a photo:
Poor peanut.
He doesn’t know if he is a nut or a legume.
My little sister ended up with my father’s several foot tall Mr. Peanut.
She was kind enough to send a photo:
Yet another example of walking into someone’s house and you spy a four-foot Mr. Peanut?
It’s already too late, your as good as murdered and being buried in the crawlspace.