BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I bought a Butterfinger and some toilet paper (That's another story for another time)at my local convienence store. When I got home I threw the bag in the bathroom to make sure there was some there for the next morning and went to bed. Sure enough when I got up during the night because I remembered my Butterfinger, there was my roomy sitting in the bathroom eating my Butterfinger. You can imagine my suprise when I say her and it was just about gone. I plodded back to bed and realized she didn't even say "Thank you".