Celine Dijon Peanut butter: Near, far, wherever your jar I believe that my heart will go on...your sandwich.
That mustard’s singing ability just doesn’t cut it.
Her ego is just … what’s the word? … colossal? nope … enormous? … gigantic? … prodigious? … rats, I just can’t think of it.
That mustard’s singing ability just doesn’t cut it.
Her ego is just … what’s the word? … colossal? nope … enormous? … gigantic? … prodigious? … rats, I just can’t think of it.