Thoroughly dissapointed.
Last night, I opened the jar of Skippy's brand peanut butter. No, I didn't want any. The idea of it made me want to vomit, and their mascot is a wretched squirell. But I just had to know. With anticipation, I slowly lifted the lid, and peeled back the foil cover. I looked. Alas! Tears sprung to my eyes. Skippy, "The one with the peanut on top!" is no more. No decorative legume. I...I have to go mourn.