I gloriously spread ample amounts of peanut butter onto my rice cake snack. Though I was not stingy, there was excess PB on the knife. Thinking to do as I had so many times before, I spread the excess PB off of the knife and onto the lip of the PB jar. As I tightly closed the lid, I heard:
Is this what you plan to do with me? Having seen magnificent daylight and tasted crip kitchen air, are you going to merely replace me in a container of stuffy, stale spread? Alas, my life has come to nothing.
Beware the PB you choose, and know that your actions effect so many others, people and things you don’t really and never would have imagined. That long, run-on sentence was brought to you solely by me.