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Children, today's phobia is:

Arachibutyrophobia--Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

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Wassha madda wigh haffig peeanug buggah shutuck to da rouffg ahf youah moufff?
 
Here's an appropriate poem........

Peanut-Butter Sandwich
by Shel Silverstein
I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”

The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”
 
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meh. Once knew a dog with this phobia. It would run and HIDE from a peanut butter jar.

Luckily, my particular afflictions have receded since I began wearing my AFDB when going to sleep.
 
WhatsThatNoise:
THANKS FOR THE CHUCKLE!
I don`t care who ya are, now that was funny. {Larry the cable guy}
I needed that!
 
"the trouble with a kitten is that

it eventually becomes a cat"

-e e cummings
 
We've three of the li'l monsters here... we're just the pink blobs what feed 'em. It's a relationship I'd be sadden'd to be without, actually.

-- kinda like hand-grenades: "One's too many, a thousand ain't enough."
 
Poor cat looks really unhappy and ready to strike.
 
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