Back when I was new to this whole thing, I met a guy (who shall remain nameless since he's on here) who I spent some time with and we did a lot of things together. Pudding, pies, joint compound mxied with shaving cream, etc. Then there was the time we tried peanut butter.

We got a few tubs of peanut butter from Costco so that we could completely cover ourselves in it. And we did, and it was hot in both senses of the word. I was hard as a rock (granted I was 28 at the time and newly out as gay so I was still able to get hard for pretty much anything), and our body heat was making the peanut butter drip off of us in places.

After we both came buckets and went to the shower to clean up, we had the unenviable difficulty of getting it all out of our beards and hair and out of every nook and cranny that it had gotten into. Between toes, in the intracrural spaces, out of the scapha and concha of our ears (we were smart enough to put earplugs in). It took a long time and most of a bottle of Dawn.

Once we were clean and dressed and we started cleaning up, the smell of the peanut butter started to make me nauseated a little. Even after everything had been removed and put in the Dumpster, the apartment still had a lingering odor of peanut butter and we had to open the windows and let some fans run for a bit, which wasn't helpful because it was muggy and hot outside.

Since that time, nearly 30 years ago, I haven't done that again and I doubt I ever will. These memories always come up when I see a new "covered in peanut butter" video hit the system here as one did today and yesterday.

If you want to play in peanut butter, please do so, but just be warned ahead of time you will need a lot of oil-cutting soap to remove it. I hope that you don't have the nausea that I got from it.