Sully's - Grand Falls-Windsor

06/21/2026

05/22/2026

🥜🍓 BIG debate happening today at Sullys Market North Atlantic 🤣
When making a peanut butter & jam sandwich… what goes on first? 🤔
👉 Jam first?
👉 Peanut butter first?
👉 And hold on now… who’s putting BUTTER under the jam too?! 😳😂
All one confusing fuss b’y! Around here everyone got their own way of doing it and nobody can agree! 🤦‍♀️🥪
One thing we CAN agree on though… nothing beats a fresh pan of bread straight from the oven 🍞❤️
Fresh bread today:
🍞 $4.29 each
🍞🍞 2 for $7.99
Now tell us in the comments — how do YOU make your peanut butter & jam sandwich? 👇😂

04/16/2026

🚨 SULLY’S MARKET SPECIAL ALERT 🚨
B’y… if you can smell this post, you’re already too late 😏
Today’s stars of the show:
🥣 Pea Soup & Doughboys – thick enough to stand a spoon up in it, and tasty enough to make Nan rise from the couch just for a “lil scoff” (that turns into three bowls).
🍌 Bananas – 79¢ a pound – cheaper than your buddy’s excuses and twice as reliable.
Now listen—
That pea soup’s been bubbling away like gossip at a kitchen party, and the doughboys? Soft as a hug from your aunt who still calls you “my ducky.”
And the bananas?
Perfect for:
• a healthy snack
• banana bread (that you swear you’re gonna make but ends up eatin’ straight outta the bunch)
• or just walkin’ around feelin’ like you made a life choice 👍
So haul in before it’s all gone—
‘cause once the soup’s done, you’ll be left lickin’ the pot and blamin’ everyone else for not tellin’ ya 😆

04/14/2026

B’YS… we’re after losin’ complete control of Sully’s Market GFW.
Like—lock the doors, hide the bread knife, someone ring Nan—it’s gone too far 😭
What started as “what jam is best?” has turned into a full-blown berry scandal of historic proportions.
There’s tension thicker than cold molasses in January.
Grace is marchin’ around like she’s leadin’ a protest—
“Strawberry jam is TRADITION, b’y! If ye don’t like it, ye can go live up on an island somewhere!”
Megan fires back quicker than a cap gun—
“Tradition?! So is cod tongues but not everyone’s celebratin’ that either! Plum jam got flavour AND sense!”
Tasha is near ready to faint onto a bag of flour—
“Raspberry jam is refined! Sophisticated! Some of ye got the palate of a boot!”
Nancy turns slow… deadly… like a storm rollin’ in—
“Refined?! I wouldn’t wipe me toast with it. Damson jam is the only one with a bit of backbone—unlike this crowd!”
Holly is absolutely gone laughin’, can’t even stand up straight—
“LOOK AT YE ALL 😭 Blueberry’s been sittin’ quiet, mindin’ its business, bein’ the best—while ye all out here makin’ fools of yourselves!” 🫐👑
At this point there’s a small audience formed.
One fella brought a coffee and a chair.
Another one whispered, “This is better than TV, b’y.”
Now—center of it all—Rose.
Cool. Calm. Slight bit dangerous.
She’s slicin’ her homemade bread like she’s cuttin’ through the drama itself—
“Carry on, ducks… ye’ll all come crawlin’ back when ye realizes none of that jam means a thing without this bread.” 🍞🔥
Silence.
Not a word.
‘Cause every soul there knows—she’s dead right.
(Best bread this side of Birchy Narrows—don’t get bold.)
AND JUST WHEN YE THINK IT CAN’T GET WORSE—
Kolby kicks in the door (not literally… but close enough), sniffin’ the air like a hound that found treasure.
Stops. Surveys the chaos.
Cracks his knuckles.
“Well now… I hate to be the hero here… but I’ll have to sample every jam… thoroughly… repeatedly… for accuracy…”
ACCURACY, he says.
B’y built a jam tower on a slice of bread so big it needed structural support.
Talkin’ ‘bout “layering flavours” like he’s on a cookin’ show—meanwhile jam drippin’ down his wrist 😭😂
Grace is ready to strike him, Megan’s offended, Tasha’s scandalized, Nancy’s disownin’ him in real time, Holly’s on the floor—
and Kolby?
Full belly, sticky hands, whisperin’ “for science…”
So if ye comes in and hears roarin’, don’t be alarmed—
just step over the drama, grab a loaf of Rose’s bread, pick yer jam, and try not to say nothin’ foolish…
‘cause around here, b’y—
jam choices got consequences. 😆

04/12/2026

B’y… someone turn up the heat will ya? Crowd at Sully’s Market GFW got summer on the brain today and not a lick of work gettin’ done without a daydream in between 😄
Tasha’s after driftin’ off again, picturin’ herself with her toes buried in the sand, sun beatin’ down, not a jacket in sight (she don’t even know what a parka is in this dream, b’y).
Barbara’s off hikin’ the Corduroy Trail like she’s on a nature show, talkin’ to the birds and all—meanwhile in real life she’s wrestlin’ a box of crackers like it owes her money.
Nancy’s got the BBQ lit in her head, flippin’ burgers, crowd of friends laughin’, tunes goin’—but in the store she’s just starin’ at the hot dogs like they’re about to start grillin’ themselves.
And Holly? Oh she’s gone full campfire mode, toastin’ marshmallows, tellin’ yarns, stars out overhead… when really she’s just standin’ there daydreamin’ next to the bread rack, probably smellin’ imaginary smoke 😂
Meanwhile customers are comin’ in like “Where’s this?” and the girls are like “Oh yes my love, right this way,” but their souls are halfway to July long weekend already.
Hang on now me ducks, summer’s comin’… just gotta get through a few more snow squalls and a wind that’ll skin ya alive first 💨

04/11/2026

🚀💫 Luh BYE, if ya never been up to Sully’s Market, whaddaya at?! The crowd up there is outta this WORLD b’y—but don’t be thinkin’ they needs no rocket 🚀
All they needs is one of Rose’s coldplates and BAM 💥 they’re fueled up like a shuttle headin’ straight for the moon 🌙
Now listen—when Rose got a turkey on the go, the smell’ll come find YA 🤤 You could be mindin’ your own business and next thing you’re pullin’ in like “well I s’pose I’ll just have a scoff…” 😂
And the salads?! Good LARD tunderin’… fresh enough to make ya feel like ya after haulin’ 50lb potatoes up a hill 🥔😆
If ya hears pots bangin’—CLANG CLANG BANG—don’t panic!!! 🚨 That’s just Rose in there givin’ ‘er, full tilt, feedin’ half the island like a machine 💪😂
So if ya wants a trip to the moon 🌙, don’t be bookin’ no flight—just get yourself one of Rose’s coldplates and you’ll be floatin’ off in no time 🚀👽
OUT 👏 OF 👏 THIS 👏 WORLD 👏
🚀💫

04/06/2026

🚨 OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT FROM SULLY’S MARKET, NORTH ATLANTIC GFW 🚨

B’ys… we can’t take it no more.

Winter’s after stayin’ longer than someone who won’t leave after a cup of tea. Jack Frost is LOCKED UP (no bail, don’t ask), and Mother Nature’s been FIRED and told not to darken the door again after that last snowstorm in what was supposed to be “spring.” 🥶

The whole place is gone cracked.

Puffins are lookin’ confused, cod fish are probably laughin’ at us, salmon don’t even know which way they’re swimmin’, and the bears are only crawlin’ outta hibernation to say “nope” and go back in again.

Moose are trackin’ up da road like they owns it, rabbits tappin’ der foot like they’re waitin’ for summer same as the rest of us, squirrels are hoardin’ snacks like another 6 months of this is comin’, and the ants have started CHARGIN’ berry pickers rent for their own blueberries.

So now there’s only one solution:
👉 SULLY’S STAFF IS TAKIN’ OVER THE WEATHER 👈

Applications are in, and lord love a duck, here’s what we’re dealin’ wit’:

🌦️ TASHA
Tasha’s after organizin’ the weather into a weekly flyer. Sunshine every weekend, snow banned after March (illegal, she says), and rain only allowed between 2–4am when no one’s lookin’. If a cloud shows up off schedule, it’s gettin’ wrote up.

🌤️ MEGAN
Megan’s forecast includes “clear skies and a 90% chance of knowin’ everyone’s business before supper.” Weather might be wrong, but the updates will be deadly.

🌪️ BARBARA
Barbara wants a bit of everything—all the time. Sun, snow, wind, sideways rain… probably all before lunch. “Sure keeps it interestin’,” she says, while we’re all out there losin’ a hat.

❄️ NANCY
Nancy’s plannin’ one last BIG winter just to “finish her off right.” Snowbanks taller than Kolby and roads closed ‘til July. After that she MIGHT consider spring. Might.

🌸 HOLLY
Holly’s had enough and is declarin’ it spring FOREVER. Flowers out, birds singin’, and not a snowflake in sight. Black flies? She says “we’ll deal wit’ that later.” Famous last words.

🌹 ROSE
Rose says she’ll keep it “nice”—no extremes, just perfect weather… but ya knows she’ll still have ya bring a coat, just in case. She don’t trust the sky and neither do we.

🌦️ LAURA
Laura’s forecast depends entirely on how her day’s goin’. Good mood? Sunshine. Someone annoys her? Nor’easter. Best keep her stocked up and say nothin’.

☀️ GRACE
Grace wants calm, peaceful, beautiful weather all the time. Light breeze, warm sun, not a bother in the world. Honestly b’ys… sounds too good. We’re suspicious.

⚡ KOLBY (the lone fella tryin’ to save us)
Kolby says he’ll “turn off winter” like a light switch. Claims he’ll fix the wind, warm up the ocean, and have BBQ weather by next week. Also said the moose will “cop on and stay in the woods.” We’ll see, b’y. We’ll see.

So there ya have it.

Until one of ‘em gets the job, keep your boots handy, your shovel by the door, and don’t be fooled by a bit of sunshine—it’s probably a trap.

And if ya sees Mother Nature around…

Tell her she’s not wanted and to keep right on goin’. 😂

04/05/2026

🐰🥚 Happy Easter from all of us at Sully’s Market! 🥚🐰

Breaking news: the Easter Bunny has officially been banned from Sully’s Market after attempting to pay for $247 worth of chocolate with “good vibes and jellybeans.” Security says he left a trail of foil wrappers, glitter, and zero receipts. If you spot a fast-moving rabbit with suspicious amounts of candy… no you didn’t. 😄

All jokes aside, Management and Staff at Sully’s Market would like to wish our wonderful customers, friends, and community a very Happy Easter.

Thank you for your continued support—it truly means the world to us. We’re grateful to be part of such an amazing community and to serve you every day.

Wishing you a holiday filled with joy, laughter, and special moments with loved ones.

🌷 Happy Easter! 🌷
— Management & Staff, Sully’s Market

04/04/2026

🚨🐣 PROVINCIAL EMERGENCY UPDATE: SULLY’S MARKET HAS BEEN DECLARED A CHAOTIC ZONE 🐣🚨

B’ys… I’m gonna tell ya this once…

If you hears a rumblin’ near the Easter display—
THAT’S NOT THUNDER.

THAT’S CHILDREN. 🤣

Nancy and Holly were there earlier, peaceful as a Sunday morning, markin’ eggs down 25% like two legends who thought today was gonna be NORMAL 😇

They had no idea…

They were about to enter…

THE YOLK ZONE.

💨 BOOM 💨

In bursts Barbara and Grace—
with a bus load of kids so big I’m pretty sure it was all the graduating class of 26'😳

There was kids EVERYWHERE.
One upside down.
One barkin’.
One just whisperin’ “eggs… eggs…” like a tiny chocolate prophet.

And then—

Barbara, with the confidence of someone who has NOTHING to lose, points dead at Holly and bellows:

👉 “HOLLY’S THE EASTER BUNNY AND ALL EGGS ARE 25% OFF!!!”

…

B’ys.

I seen things today.

Those kids didn’t run.
They didn’t sprint.

THEY TELEPORTED WITH INTENT.

I watched one child leave footprints in the AIR.

Nancy and Holly?

Gone vertical so fast they nearly got clearance from air traffic control ✈️

They lands in the eggs—

And that’s when physics packed up and went home.

Feet goin’ so fast they started speakin’ in Morse code.
Arms windmillin’ like two broken wind turbines in a storm 🌪️
Eggs poppin’, crackin’, explodin’—one hit the ceiling and I swear it blinked first 💥

Nancy slid so hard she entered a different time zone.
Holly spun around, made eye contact with herself, and kept goin’.

At one point they were both movin’ so fast…

they CANCELLED EACH OTHER OUT.

Just stood there… vibratin’.

The kids?

Silent.

Just 40 little souls standin’ there like:
👁️👄👁️

One kid slowly removed his backpack.
He knew… life just changed.

Meanwhile—

Barbara and Grace finally realizes…

They are directly in the path of what experts are now callin’:
“A CHOCOLATE-BASED WEATHER SYSTEM.”

No time to run.
No time to grow as people.

💥 APOCALYPTIC COLLISION 💥

All four of ‘em comes together in a crash so powerful it knocked the barcode off a banana in produce.

Limbs everywhere.
Eggs everywhere.
One voice yellin’, “I’M ALIVE” (status unclear).

They’re flat on their backs, starfishin’, lookin’ up at the lights like they just unlocked WiFi with their minds ⭐

One of ‘em whispered,
“Tell my cat I love him.” tinks it was Holly.

The kids?

ABSOLUTE MAYHEM.

Laughin’, screamin’, one young fella clapped so hard he needed a break 🤣

You could hear it all the way to Grenfell Heights, bounced back, and echoed again just for dramatic effect.

Parents came runnin’ like it was the end times.
Customers hidin’ behind shelves like it’s a wildlife documentary narrated by David Attenborough.
One fella calmly filled TWO carts mid-chaos and said,
“Can’t waste a deal.”

AND THROUGH ALL OF THIS—

Through the fear…
through the sliding…
through the complete collapse of grocery store civilization…

NOT. ONE. PERSON.

LEFT WITHOUT EGGS. 😏🐣

👉 So come on down to Sully’s Market…

We got savings.
We got stories.
We got staff that’s been through things they’ll never fully process.

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY—

WE GOT 25% OFF EASTER EGGS…

(and possibly a live reenactment if Barbara comes back) 💥🤣