Monday, July 14, 2014

Coffee

A large mason jar of coffee is the way this guy decides to start his day. Why wouldn't he want thirty-two ounces of the stuff? I hear rumor of people drinking two entire pots a day. I can barely finish a cup myself. It's too acidic and makes me jittery. 

But every time he unscrews the lid to take a sip, what can be described and caramel sewage pours out and makes me want to gag. Nasty.

But he has the tattoos of "Want Some" and "Get Some" on his right and left hand, respectively, and his fingers are numbered from 1-8 in Roman numerals. I think I'll just stare at the window and wish it weren't Monday.

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