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Dec 12, 2008 07:25

what the fuck is this trend with drinking boiling hot coffee through a STRAW!?!?!? gross, GROSS.

some of these assporks look at me like i am delusional cause i hand them their 'sugarfree vanilla extra hot, extra shot, no froth skim latte' without offering them a STRAW.

STRAW.

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samuraikitten December 12 2008, 15:00:22 UTC
I drink EVERYTHING with a straw. I hate messing up my lipstick. I never ask for straws tho.

But fuck me if it's all skinny or anything. Sugar free maybe cos I don't really eat a lot of sugar but not normally.

Can I hire you to become my personal barista? ;)

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tampaxsuperstar December 12 2008, 16:13:49 UTC
as long as i can do it far far away from chicago

how the crap do you stay away from sugar? its like CRACK i tells you crack!

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samuraikitten December 12 2008, 16:28:39 UTC
I live in California silly girl. That's pretty fucking far from Chicago. You know it's sunny all the time here HA It's actually 47 out

well I stopped drinking sugar sodas and eating a shit load of it and at one point lost about 90 pounds.

That's a good incentive.

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washeteria December 12 2008, 15:18:56 UTC
oh jesus sweet titty fucking lord in heaven
why have i never heard the phrase asspork before
its beautiful

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tampaxsuperstar December 12 2008, 16:12:24 UTC
i think the word pork in general can be added to any other word and the outcome is beautiful. try it! do it now!

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washeteria December 12 2008, 16:26:32 UTC
catpork?
forkpork?

This is a genius discovery.
You need some sort of award, like the guy who invented shrimp.

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seaslug_of_doom December 13 2008, 17:39:22 UTC
These are the same people who put tomatoes on hot dogs. TO-MAH-TOES!

They should be given the paper straws that the Florida State Board of Education used to buy for the elementary schools in 1966, when it was just starting to be cool to have long hair and not take a bath. Paper straws that you would use with your triangle of orange juice; peeling the lid away from the little hole drilled in the side. In would go the rough little dead tree straw, with it's faded, curling red stripe; a tiny, flimsy, hollow barber pole. And on the first sip it would collapse flatter than the veins in a heroin addict's arm, becoming just as useless.

So, now I have a thing about straws. But, fortunately, not even a hint of an oral fixation.

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