It was a dark, grey, blustery, rainy, windy, nasty summer day
in the Great Pacific Northwest as Peter Peanut slept warmly
next to mom's foot which needed moisturizer. She woke up
and asked Peter Peanut, "Peter Peanut, look! It's a...Oh, for
Heaven's Sake, we all know what it is! It's the omnipresence
Nonetheless, let's get up, grab some coffee, and have noms
on mom's lap followed by a Great Runabout with your pals
while i curl up in the fetal position and cry like the rain-clouds!
HOW'S ABOUT IT? C'MON, PETER-PEANUT, UP WE GO!"
Peter-Peanut: "i came, i saw, grey conquered me, goin' back in."