The last too month have been great.
Party. School. Bike. Coffee.
Not much to complain about.
Except this cup of coffee that I bought this morning from a local coffee vendor.
It may be, that I am just acustom to Thick, dark, sludge called french press, but this coffee I bought is like
that old attage about sexual relations in a canoe.
Oh, sorry. Coffee shop. This infact is not coffee it is Earl Grey tea.
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in a canoe?
um, is this a chucktown thing?
not enough coffee, fart-knocker.
get with it, or get off it.
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