3 Signs Your Biological Clock is Telling You It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time

There comes a time in every woman’s life where she starts to hear the voice of her biological clock calling out to her. This is Mother Nature’s way of letting you know that your body is ready to embark on an important, miraculous journey, that embodies all that we are as a species. Here are three telltale signs that your biological clock is telling you that yes, it’s peanut butter jelly time.


You get a little emotional every time you see a baseball bat.

You’ve never really cared about sports, but now every time you see a baseball bat you get a little emotional and want to take it home with you. Maybe you’ve even found yourself wandering on autopilot towards the sporting goods section of Target and standing in front of the bats, holding each one in your loving arms, a delightfully redundant beat resonating in your ears. No, you’re not crazy. This is simply nature’s way of telling you that it’s your peanut butter jelly time. Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat, do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat.


The Buckwheat Boyz have moved into your kitchen, and you’re glad!

If the raucous Buckwheat Boyz behind the 2004 smash hit Peanut Butter Jelly Time have taken up residence in your kitchen, that’s probably a sign of something, especially if you’re glad about it! When you were younger you didn’t even want to babysit, but now you’re completely happy to take care of the mischievous Buckwheat Boyz who chant “Where she at? Where she at? Where she at? Now there she go! There she go! There she go! There she go!” everytime you walk through your kitchen to grab something from the fridge. Hm. Maybe you should be grabbing bread, peanut butter, jelly, and perhaps a knife, because it sounds like it’s peanut butter jelly time.



A dancing, man-sized banana follows you everywhere you go.

At first you thought it was pure coincidence that you keep seeing a pixelated, hypebeast banana man everywhere you go. His appearances have gradually grown less subtle from peering at you from behind newspapers, to standing behind you in line for the ATM, to simply dancing outside your apartment building 24 hours a day while scream-singing “IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME” on a loop. There’s no need to fear him, this is just the Earth Mother’s way of nudging you to the conclusion that it’s peanut butter jelly time and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.


It might happen when you’re 20, it might not happen until you’re 35. Whenever your biological clock starts ticking, you’ll be the first to know so long as you look for these signs. Happy peanut butter jelly time!