a tragic winter story
Submitted by laurel s on 4/1/2010 7:12 PM
one winter afternoon i sat down to enjoy the one true love in my life,my butterfinger,when the doorbell rang. i got up for one minute to answer the door and when i returned my beloved was gone. i looked high and low to no avail. when all of a sudden my untrusting husband walked in and leaned down to kiss me and all i could smell was the sweet taste of my beloved butterfinger. now i never leave my love unattended at any time. as for the husband, he can only get a taste for marshmallows.