We flew too close to the sun.
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“So let's leave it alone
'cause we can't see eye to eye
There ain't no good guy,
there ain't no bad guy
There's only you and me
and we just disagree
Ooh ooh ooh,
oh oh oh”
— Dave Mason
(and smooth peanut butter is an abomination against all that is holy and natural.)
This is how bar fights and wars get started. Let’s just calm down, people. Just come together in our hatred for all things evil . . . centered in Chapel Hill.
One thing is for sure. If we can’t agree about peanut butter, I don’t think we’re ready for that jelly.
This is such a weird day for all of my college buddies from UNC. We love each other, so we are treacly kind to each other the days of the UNC/Duke games. And we always send each other extremely nice texts following the game while the winner pretends to be magnanimous and the loser feigns generosity of spirit. It's a whole thing.
I agree that grape jelly is the equivalent of vanilla ice cream. It's good. Tastes fine. But you aren't calling all of your friends to brag about it. My point was that jelly is the most pedestrian of all spreadable fruit options. Marmalade, Jam and preserves are all better options and anyone who likes jelly over any of those has condemned their soul to hell.