BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It was a dark and stormy night, but I wasn't afraid because I had my Butterfinger and what more could a winsome widow woman need? What more indeed. Thunder boomed and my door flew open. Lightning cracked, lighting up the dark and stormy night and I saw his silhouette. His spurs clanged as he strode to me and took me in his powerful arms. My breath caught when he whispered in my ear, “Widow Benson, you have everything I desire.” His chocolate breath intoxicated me. Only later, when I looked for my Butterfinger did I realize what he was really after—the last Butterfinger in town.