So this sleepy, sated afternoon at work I went down to "Popular Seattle-based Coffeehouse Chain" to get a large Americano and brought it back to my desk.
An Americano is espresso without milk.
I ordered the 20 ouncer.
20 ounces.
Pure espresso.
After consuming said drink, my headache disappeared (replaced with a light buzzing noise), my hearing improved ten-fold (THERE'S A MOSQUITO OUTSIDE ON THE ROOF AND IT JUST SNEEZED!) and my pen and keyboard tray turned itself into an instant drum set (tap tap tap TAP TAPT APTPAPAPAPATPPATPAPAAPAAPPP!!!)
I suddenly felt compelled to write a poem, right then and there (of course I did), to honor the purveyor of so much afternoon mirth and shakiness (actually it was more like "Oh my GOD I have to WRITE A POEM NOW. THIS is the BEST idea EVER WHEREMYPENAT??!!!")
So I bring to you, loyal blog readers, my 5-seconds-at-work-in-the-afternoon composed ode to that wonderful peddler of legalized liquacrack.
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Starflucks by Me
Liquid crack
Gots my back
Better 'n smack
Yo yo yo
Where my peeps at?
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Stunning, no?
Would it make it worse if I said this is scribbled in serial killer handscrawling on the back of a notepad currently sitting on my desk for everyone to see?
Yeah. I thought so. Good thing the shredding bin is just around the corner.
Though I did get a TON of work done today...
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2 comments:
Hee hee hee!!
That's all I could think to say.
Americano is coffee and espresso, not just espresso. If it was just espresso, it would be considered a double doble espresso, that's a lotta espresso action!
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