The Mustached BUTTERFINGER Thief
Submitted by Leisha D on 4/2/2010 1:42 AM
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a typical Monday. As I left work to pick the kids up for soccer, I found myself dreaming about the moment when I'd bite into my beautiful, crunchy BUTTERFINGER. Soon, we headed home for dinner (and my BUTTERFINGER). I smiled as I closed the oven door, set the timer, and reached into the drawer for my yummy friend. But to my horror, someone had laid a finger on my BUTTERFINGER! The culprit was easy to find--a 5'8” man with flaky golden bits in his mustache--my husband! Now I keep my BUTTERFINGERS hidden next to the vacuum--where he'll never find them!