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.” :)
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
Haha! What a great twist ending.
Thanks, SS