Have you even poured yourself
Have you even poured yourself a cup of coffee, taken a sip, and it was so bad you had to spit it back into the cup and throw the cup out? That just happened to me and I can drink some preeeeeetty bad coffee. I can imagine it being like sucking septic tank effluent with a straw. My dear friend Harry is back in town after a week in Florida with his family. He and his wife took their kids to Micky Mouse land for the week. He's a good dad and an all around great guy. Dwayne and I went over to the Park Shops for lunch. I wanted to stop for a manicure afterwards, but he thinks having your body pampered tampers with your manhood. Not me baby... give me the manicure, pedicure, facial, etc. I am a day spa kinda guy. I am taking Eclair to the beach this weekend. I'm going to stay at Bob's (my mother's boyfriend) house on the cove. He's got a pretty nice jacuzzi on the deck and his back yard is on the water, so you can fish, swim, ski, sail, etc. with easy access. I miss fresh seafood daily from my youth and growing up on the water. At Bob's, you can stop the shrimpers as they come in for the day and buy giant tiger prawn right off the boat to grill on the barby. Give me a nice bottle of wine, hot tub, and cool sea breeze under a starry sky and I'm set. Eclair will be happy to see Theo (Bob's dog)... I think she has a thing for him. Now, if I can just make it through the week...
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I’m sorry to say that the English have no respect for a decent cup of coffee. No surprise really - they’ve got tea and beer to worry about…
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That wasn’t coffee…
(Now where the hell did I leave my spit cup?)
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