First, when I travel across time zones, I like to leave my Blackberry on EST, so I know what time my work is happening in. It also lets me know when it's okay to stop responding to emails from people who don't know I'm on the West Coast. My IPhone uses Apple magic to determine where I am and adjusts accordingly. So I set the alarms on both my phones for around 6AM to make sure I made the call. I'm sure you see where the problem is. The Blackberry went off at 3AM, and in my sleep-deprived haze, I called in and waited on an empty conference line for about 5 minutes before I realized what I had done . Sonofabitch.
It was godawful. No, that's not strong enough. It was fucking terrible. It tasted like it was brewed through the socks of the Jets Offensive Line. I'd never tasted warm feet before, but if they were made into liquid form, I'm pretty sure this experience would have covered it. I couldn't take more than two sips, even though my need for caffeine was dire. I've been on road trips to New Orleans and Omaha through the night and stopped at Mom and Pop gas stations where they poured coffee that looked like pudding. Drinking that sludge was like drinking that coffee that comes from the shit of rats ( well technically civets), compared to this coffee. So damn you Wolfgang Puck.
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Thank you for tasting my coffee. It tastes like New Jersey. |
2 comments:
You make me laugh out loud, and no, I won't write LOL. I refuse.
For not writing LOL, I salute you anonymous. I would hug you for your brave stand, if I knew who you were.
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