It’s the decidedly minor but oddly useful Can of Cocktail Peanuts That Never Quite Runs Out. Seriously, this has been sitting on the corner of the washing machine for like two weeks with about three servings of yummy semi-stale peanuts in it, and I’ve been grabbing half-a-handfuls for random bedtime snacks the whole time … The replacement can has been in the pantry for days. Will it ever be needed?
The Can of Cocktail Peanuts could be the difference between a happy quest and a miserable one for its lucky owner. An image of the great sorcerer known only as Mister Peanut adorns the container.