*blue balls not included.
The boyfriend is going to lose a nut for this.
This girl is JIF Crunchy peanut butter for life! And he should definitely know better what with all the PMS moments all cranky on the couch, with my spoon making a repetitive motion from the jar to my mouth.
I mean, the all-natural stuff has a time and a place… but if it’s packed with peanuts, it better be JIF.
*I was not paid for this post. But I am a truly a JIF lifer. The other stuff tastes like crap by the spoonful, but is perfect in recipes. IF IT DIDN’T HAVE FULL PEANUTS IN IT.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
