In my experience,
there are two kinds of
peanut brittle you
can buy at the store
***
One comes in a can with
peanut brittle inside.
The other contains snakes.
***
And you never know
which you’ll get.
***
Once I got some peanut brittle
as a gift,
and thinking myself clever,
I gave it to my friend to open first.
***
“Thank you,” she said.
Then she opened it,
and ate a piece.
***
So I was about to take
a piece, too,
when snakes sprang
out of her mouth.
.
keep circulating the URL
😱
Greetings, Bruce.
love this it’s so … eerie
Thank you, Olivia.
Hilarious!
Thanks, Jack!
That ending escalated fast 😂
Now I’d never trust canned peanut brittle again.
It is also prevalent in cans of mixed nuts. Thanks, Willie
A true friend always opens the suspicious peanut brittle first. 😄
The only mistake was not waiting 30 seconds before eating any by yourself 😄
I couldn’t have said it better. Thanks, Angela!
I am unaccustomed to poems with twist endings, very nice!
As a kid all my favorite writers were the twist ending sort. Like Dorothy Parker, Edward Gorey, Hilaire Belloc, &c. Thanks, James!
When she said “Delicious! Try some,” she spoke with forked tongue.
In retrospect, there were signs. Thanks, Pam!
“What are friends for?” is not only a nutty joke but a practical joke. Teaches us about friends like Peanuts comics do, and about snakes likes Bible comics do. That’s something more than a just bit of brittle humor, my friend.
Excellent, E Sum! And thanks.
You ruined an already brittle friendship!
Haha True, true, my friend. Thanks, David!
This was bizarre. That’s it. I have nothing clever to add.
I’ll take, “bizarre” for sure. Thanks, fw!
Ha ha ha
Thanks, John!
That was delightfully creepy!
I love it! Thanks, Ilsa
Man, I hate it when that happens.
If it’s not snakes in my peanut brittle it’s a fly in my ice cube. Thanks, Mitch!
:D :D :D
Thanks, mm!
All peanut brittle leads to either snakes or dental work. I always hope I get the snakes.
You wanna see something really scary?
I can hold my breath for a long time! Thanks, Bob.
The moral of the story is “never eat peanut brittle.” :)
I only hope this does not discourage you from ever making me some peanut brittle. Thanks, Nancy!
You never know where those snakes will pop out!
You need to watch out for those cans marked “Mixed nuts”, too! Thanks, Jean
Oh my gosh! I nearly spit out my coffee! Was not expecting the last line. 👏👏👏
Haha Thanks, Janny! I aim to please.
Those snakes are like a jack in the box…they give me a nervous twitch… you never know…but you can’t be a classic.
Somehow I was not subscribed to you anymore…that would explain why I had to hunt you down to see your posts. I just fixed that.
My grandmother had a closet full of those old 1950s gag gifts — all the classics. What made it strange was that she was probably the least “gag” person imaginable. I never once heard her crack a wise one — ever. Yet her collection was second to none. To this day, nobody in the family can explain it.
And no worries about the subscription — happens to me too..
Either a deep love for gags she didn’t share…or she got them at a huge sale! That is really cool for a grandmother to have that.
My dentist recommended peanut brittle T it didn’t tell me about the snakes. Yikes!
The snakes are why I stopped seeing that dentist. Thanks, Bumba