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I....love....coffee.....
I think it's magical. I like how my eyes go from almost shut to half open over the course of a cup. It makes my tummy warm. :) Coffee is a beautiful thing.
Andres knealt down in an enormous pile of dogshit yesterday. Picture a tall, thin Columbian guy, about 20 who likes gangster rap and opera. Yeah. I know. I hear his voice with its thick Columbian accent yell "Shit!". "What's wrong", I replied. "I have shit", he says. "In your pants?", this is me again. "No, ON my pants", Andres again. He walked over and had a huge brown spot on his knee. It HAD rained so I thought it was maybe mud. "I think that's mud", replies me. "NO, it's not", he said. So, I did the only thing an intelligent, self-respecting person could do. I slowly started to kneel down to smell his knee. "Susan, don't smell it you dumb-ass!", he screamed.
Well what do you know. It WAS shit.
That was MY learning experience for yesterday. Now boys and girls, let it be a message to you.
The wise one has spoken.
I think it's magical. I like how my eyes go from almost shut to half open over the course of a cup. It makes my tummy warm. :) Coffee is a beautiful thing.
Andres knealt down in an enormous pile of dogshit yesterday. Picture a tall, thin Columbian guy, about 20 who likes gangster rap and opera. Yeah. I know. I hear his voice with its thick Columbian accent yell "Shit!". "What's wrong", I replied. "I have shit", he says. "In your pants?", this is me again. "No, ON my pants", Andres again. He walked over and had a huge brown spot on his knee. It HAD rained so I thought it was maybe mud. "I think that's mud", replies me. "NO, it's not", he said. So, I did the only thing an intelligent, self-respecting person could do. I slowly started to kneel down to smell his knee. "Susan, don't smell it you dumb-ass!", he screamed.
Well what do you know. It WAS shit.
That was MY learning experience for yesterday. Now boys and girls, let it be a message to you.
The wise one has spoken.