Version 1:
Detroit: a woman lived alone with her collie. On her 30th birthday, some of her friends snuck into her house to throw her a surprise party when she came home from work. They all hid in the basement, and kept the collie downstairs with them.
They heard the woman come home and move around the house a bit. Then she called for her dog, and the collie began to bark from the basement. The friends opened the basement door, but THEY got the surprise: the woman was naked, and covered in peanut butter! (One part of her anatomy was particularly peanut-buttered, at least according to my vulgar friend.)
That night, the woman shot herself, unable to live with the embarrassment. Her suicide, my friend says, is why the story made it into the newspaper.
Version 2:
See, Tim worked during the day, and Kim worked at night. They would got lonely without anyone else around and decided to get a dog. Tim loved that dog (Molson) and would take him out to the park to run, to go hunting with him, etc... he even sneaked Molson peanut butter (the dog's favorite) despite Kim's objections. But the dog just plain liked Kim better, which really pissed Tim off.
Anyway, this one day, as per usual, Tim put Molson in the basement before he left for work so he wouldn't destroy the house before Kim got home from her day. He ran out the door, then remembered that he had promised his buddy at work that he would let him borrow his golf clubs for the weekend. So, Tim went back into the house and edged into the basement to retrieve his clubs and shut the door behind him so Molson wouldn't bolt.
While he was getting his clubs, he heard his wife open the door and call out to him, "Baby, you down there? I missed you!"
He was just about to answer when Molson leaped up and nearly knocked him over. When he got back on his feet and looked up the basement stairs, he found, to his horror, his wife at the top of the stairs buck naked with peanut butter smeared all over her crotch.
Tim filed for divorce. He's a really nice guy. You should meet him.
Version 3:
A woman's co-workers decided to surprise her on her birthday with a party. One of her close friends had the keys to the woman's house, and so was able to get everything arranged while the woman was at work. It was even arranged that she be given extra duties, making her stay late and thus giving her co-workers a chance to get to her house. The woman's rottweiler had no problem with this, 1) already knowing the organizer of the party and 2) being very well-trained.
Everyone hid in the basement awaiting the guest of honor's arrival. They kept the dog down there, too, and fed him some peanut butter (which he adored) so that he would be quiet and not give the surprise away in his excitement at having so many people in the house.
The woman arrives home from work and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower after a hard day. The people in the basement can hear her padding around upstairs – the bathroom, the hallway, the kitchen. Then they hear her calling, "Max! Max! C'mere, boy." She opens the basement door, and turns on the light, calling, "Max!"
She is absolutely naked, wearing only the peanut butter she has smeared over her privates.
Version 4:
I've been sent dozens of variations of this one , always about FOAF (Friend of a Friend) versions seen.
This single chick comes home from work one night and walks into her kitchen. After a few minutes of opening cabinet doors and preparing something in the kitchen, she calls for her dog, Sparky.
"Here boy! Come here, Sparky!" she calls.
Unfortunately, old Sparky doesn't seem to respond to her. She realizes that sometimes the old canine likes to fall asleep in her berdroom, and so she opens the bedroom door while continuing her high-pitched "Here, Sparky! Come see what Mama's got for her little poochie!"
When the door opens, a group of her friends shout "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" Their faces drop when they see that the guest of honor is totally naked with peanut butter covering her crotch.
There is hardly any difference between a dirty joke and a legend on this one. I think this legend began as a dirty joke and someone started trying to pass it off as real.-JLB
