Remember when you lived in your own apartment a few years ago? Remember the quiet nights and the solitude? Wasn’t it nice?
Remember how broke you were, though, from paying rent and other endless bills/responsibilities and had to save money? So you decided to buy a gigantic jar of Skippy and some wheat bread and eat a peanut butter sandwich every single afternoon? And you lost like 20 pounds and saved bundles of money because you avoided the dreaded work cafeteria and its fattening, $6 sandwiches?
Guess what? I’m back!
Your beloved peanut butter sandwich (hold the jelly) is back in your life! And will be making a daily appearance from now on.
Mr. PB (Hold the J)