BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I had a long day I sat down in my favorite chair opened my Butterfinger. It tasted so good but before I could finish, I fell asleep. I awoke to find my Butterfinger gone and out of the corner of my eye I could see a short person disappearing down the hall. Well, I gave chase, it one of my rascally little grandkids. I didn't care who it was, no one lays a finger on my Butterfinger. I had to catch 'em. We ran and ran that kid was fast through the neighbor over fences, around trash cans. What a bad dream! I was awakened by a sweet voice saying grandma if you don't want that Butterfinger I do.