The One?
Submitted by Ryan E on 4/1/2010 9:07 AM
When she asked me if she could have a bite of my Butterfinger, I knew she wasn't the one.
When the next she snatched my Butterfinger out of my hand and finished it, I walked in the other direction and knew she wasn't the one.
When the next next she showed up to meet me at the park for our first date with two Butterfingers, handed me one and said, "I never let anyone lay a finger on my Butterfinger on the first date," I knew she was the one.
Now we're expecting our first bite size Butterfinger. We're hoping for twins.