BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It was a bright sunny day in eastern michigan. I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when a large tubular truck drove by. Almost instantaneously the driver noticed i was eating my butterfinge. He continued to honk out of pure delight because the joy on my face from biting that butterfinger was enough for him to even get excited. Right when he honked i was passing a storm drain. As you can guess when he honked i dropped the butterfinger (I KNOW, ROOKIE MISTAKE) The butterfinger rolled down the hill into an insignificant blob. I picked it up, cleaned it and ate it.