How to Make an Endpiece Peanut Butter and Banana, Bread, and Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich

To make a delicious, classic endpiece peanut butter and banana, bread, and peanut butter and banana sandwich, one may go about the process as follows: Start out by gathering all necessary ingredients. Select a loaf of choice bread (or simply take the two endpieces, plus one normal piece, from somebody else's loaf). Obtain likable peanut butter, in a preferred amount, in a preferred way. Get a banana of a size that looks like it could be sliced into enough circles, of personally selected thickness, to cover two pieces of the bread. A ripe banana may be the "top banana" in making this sandwich; statistics show that twice as many people prefer ripened bananas as opposed to green ones.

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The Other Men in Blue

Janitorial positions, and the like, should be held as ones of highly regarded status. Who clean up cafeterias, after long days of children eating and making their messes, to prevent the roaches of evil from infesting schools? Janitors do that. Who sweep up the concrete walks, putting garbage into garbage cans, and dirt into dirt? Janitors do that. Who are responsible for cleaning out bathrooms so children and adults may carry out bathroom activities without fear of bacterial diseases and diseased bacteria? Janitors do that, and so much more. Now is the time to stop the laughing, pointing, and throwing of empty (and not so empty) soda cans and bottles at the men and women who clean the nation. It is time to look at custodians in a new light and realize that they are not lower-class brats who sweep the dirt from our shoes, but big blue buddies, respected and honored.

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When Santa Does Not Smile

It was time for Christmas. The boy got a very bad gift, a very bad gift indeed. Whimpering in the dark corner, cold and alone, crouched the boy who wore a piece of rope for a belt and fractions of maroon window curtain for a shirt and pants. His "pants" existed in words alone. Upon seeing the bony bald belittled boy, one would think his clothes to be but a scarecrow's patchwork, held together by threads unseen. The shivering child again attempted to wipe his runny little nose with his mimic of a shirt, by now, with the shack's drafty winter air and all, rubbing his nose red and raw in the stinging cold. The tears that dared creep out of his sore eyes left icy trails down his cheeks, then fell through the air to join the unfriendly scattering of blood on the wood planked floor.

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It's a Hard Knox Life

George set the gelatin concoction in the pot to boil on the stove. He then sat down to think. "Would I like a mohawk? Would I like spikes?" George thought. He got up and walked across to the six foot mirror. "Hmm," George said aloud, "wouldn't the people at church be shocked and appalled to see ol' George with a one and a half foot tall orange mohawk. I think that's just what I'll do." Since George's hair was already orange orange*, and quite long, he shaved himself a tidy mohawk, got the pot off of the stove, and went to the sink to work. Applying the warm stuff to his new hairdo, he then blow-dried his proud handiwork, smiled at the George in the mirror, grabbed his Bible, got his robe and pope staff, and walked out to the Vatican.

* Orange like the color of an orange (fruit), other examples being "banana yellow," "peanut butter brown," "janitor blue," and "pants maroon."