Refills... more like re-rip-offs

Ok, so I was at "the Buck" with my non cell group of girls that I hang out with at the same time and place every week - however, not a cell :-) Anyway, my coffee... a regular drip decaf was gone, I guess I must have drank it all. My friend, we will call her Jess - because that is her name, well- her drink was gone too. So we went up for our "free" refills. Evidently, only "the Bou" does that. We had to PAY MORE MONEY. Only a buck-o-eight more for both of us, but Geez... did they not just rob me an hour ago for the cup to begin with.

I am going to start a coffee shop at my place called GIMME ALL YO' CASH.... I just need to translate it into another language, so people won't be suspicious. Oh wait... that is taken already... its translation is STARBUCKS. And their GRANDE VANILLA SOY LATTE is aramaic for I ROBBED YOU WITHOUT A GUN FOOL! I should be more gracious because my other friends, who we will call Mindy and Erin - again, because those are their names, work at this establishment.

I will cease my ranting a raving now. Ahh.. the day of the rave. Just kidding, I never got into glitter in my jeans and high heeled sneakers (not to mention the extra curricular rave activities like... glow sticks).

I dont believe there is any better way to end this blog tonight than in the words of Ralphie... "The best day of my life was when the doctor said I didn't have worms anymore". Can it be said better than that?

PEACE and Appropriately priced perculated drink (a little aliteration)

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