I’m in, but you’re really missing a bet.
I go to Starbucks to meet people. I bet that would make one hell of an icebreaker waiting in line.
I’m in, but you’re really missing a bet.
I go to Starbucks to meet people. I bet that would make one hell of an icebreaker waiting in line.
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Whoo hoo!!! Finally my life has meaning! how sawweeeeet it is.
Amherst is way the hell on the other side of the river! Sheesh.
Well yeah, but you said you “looooove” coffee. To me, “looooove” implies fording rushing rivers, even if you have to take the miserable Coolidge bridge to do it. Starbucks, sheesh, that’s just mild infatuation.
So I come home from work today and what do I find in my mailbox? DAS RIGHHH!!! Two coffee certificates from Dear ol’ Rysdad. For those about to drink, we salute you.
Cheers, buddy.
Just don’t spill it in your lap and try to sue me or nothin’.