BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It was hot. We all got into the car without a/c. At the restaurant? The stains were hideous. The stains on his pants were more than proof. He had tried to hide it between his legs. I'm not sure when he figured out why everyone was pointing at him. He assumed girls thought he was handsome. At some point he had to know he was busted for my Butterfinger theft. The next day I left one for him on his desk with a note for a good dry cleaner. Imagine my surprise when I got to my desk and found my Butterfinger replaced. A candy bar with a built in anti-theft device now that's hip!