B for Butterfinger
Submitted by Ken G on 4/1/2010 10:01 AM
It was a Butterfingery day in the hot city, and I need a cool Butterfinger to relax and cool off. I went to the fridge, the usual spot for the Butterfinger supply, and the shelf was empty.
I looked all around. All I found was empty Butterfinger wrappers in the trash.
I checked with my wife, but she does eat chocolate.
That left only one person it could have been. I went to the little guys bedroom, where he was innocently playing with some hot wheels. I called to him. He turned to me, his lips and fingers covered with chocolate, the front of his shirt Butterfinger crumbs!