Dava & Ava fuck their handymen who came to fix their AC
Ross looked up from his newspaper, skeptical. "So, because of a 'sticky' dream, you now have a vendetta against a legume-based spread?"
"We have to tell her," Monica whispered harshly to Chandler behind a muffin.
"You and the peanut butter?" Joey asked, reaching for the jar. "Because if you’re done, I’m just starting. We’re in the honeymoon phase."
The situation peaked when Rachel walked in with a Thai peanut salad. Phoebe gasped, pointing a finger at the bowl. "Traitor! You’re eating the glue of the devil!" "Phoebe, it’s just lunch," Rachel sighed.
"Tell her what? That we murdered her spoon with the very substance she currently believes is an agent of evil?" Chandler hissed back. "We’ll be next! She’ll think we’re 'sticky' too!"