Brits don’t have peanut butter. I mean they do, but a tiny little 8oz jar is like £14. I only know this because peanut butter was one of the many things my British friends were interested in trying, damn near universally, when they came to visit.
I deduce from that, that the rest of this is fake, and therefore in 1998 The Undertaker threw Mankind 30 feet from the top of Hell in a Cell, through an announcers table and onto the concrete floor.
What? I dispute this post. The giant jar of Skippy in my cupboard disproves it conclusively. It’s right next to the strawberry jam and the mango chutney.
Brits don’t have peanut butter. I mean they do, but a tiny little 8oz jar is like £14. I only know this because peanut butter was one of the many things my British friends were interested in trying, damn near universally, when they came to visit.
I deduce from that, that the rest of this is fake, and therefore in 1998 The Undertaker threw Mankind 30 feet from the top of Hell in a Cell, through an announcers table and onto the concrete floor.
What? I dispute this post. The giant jar of Skippy in my cupboard disproves it conclusively. It’s right next to the strawberry jam and the mango chutney.