Ooh, la la, ladies! Somebody just upped the charm bracelet game! Look how beautifully it lays (or is it lies?) against the skin. What’s not a lie is how it will subliminally encourage you to eat protein each time it scrapes against the keyboard as you type.
It compliments any outfit you have in shades of peanut shell or Baptist red brick. It’s nutty, all right.
During this time of Easter and resurrection, it’s important to remember that Mr. Peanut did NOT in fact die for good, but was (as the Super Bowl commercial revealed) reborn by the tears of the Kool-Aid Man (oh, yeah!) in a much less spiritual or legitimate manner.
I Don't Get It 
What woman would wear that thing? Eveb for a dime.
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Lol.
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Long before the Nigerian prince took over the internet, Mr. Planter was out there scammin’ and spammin’ the ladies.
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Heresy!
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Fancy!
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That Baby Nut commercial was a bit over the top I thought Kerbey. Hey, in my youth I always wanted to send my quarter into the places that advertised in the back of my silly comic books to get the nearly invisible seahorses, but fortunately my cooler-headed parents lorded over the envelope-and-stamp drawer and prevailed.
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I’m with you, mark. All those things seem so enticing. But it looks like my granddad was able to send off for many things including every map that ever existed. And the baby nut commercial was crazy, yes.
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I really appreciate your posts with your grandpas maps, Kerbey.
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Thank you!
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I remember Mr Peanut from the Atlantic City boardwalk — he was huge !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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That’s cool!
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