How many peanuts had to die for my last hour and a half at work?
Who could have saved them from my boredom induced snack attack?
Screw the lid on the jar. Put the jar away. Wait. Nope, still bored.
Nuts.
Screw the lid on the jar. Put the jar away. Wait. Nope. Still bored.
Nuts.
There are things I could do.
Don’t want too.
Nuts.
Chewing. Something to do to pass the time.
Nuts.
Poor peanuts.
Won’t anyone save them?
Check tracking on the last package we have out. Nothing.
Nuts.
Come on!
Nuts!
Yeah, work!
Saved a peanuts life.
For now anyway, the peanuts are safe.
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