There’s an episode of South Park, the first to feature Tweek, or at the very least his family and back story, about a large conglomerate coffee company coming into town. There is already a small coffee shop, owned by Tweek’s folks, that is threatened by this larger company coming into town. The whole theme of the episode is focused on the evil nature of corporate companies, but also the fact that they got so big for a reason.
I went and got a cuppa joe at Pete’s, a coffee place at Lake and California, the other day with Milca. She got tea, as she always does. At least she was safe. My coffee was bitter, burnt, and tasted like a Turk’s ass. Typically I go to Starbucks, but I was with Milca, and she believes them to be the Antichrist. Normally I agree, but Antichrist or no, they’ve never put the taste of a Turk’s ass in my mouth. On the contrary, their beverages, whether hot, cold, coffee, tea, mocha, latte, espresso, cappucino, blended, iced, or some intricate combination of these and other coffee terminology mashed together into some barista short order dialect, are the bomb.
Today I went and got myself a venti drip with a double shot of espresso. The girl that took my order surely had her grande latte enema. Most chemicals/drugs/etc. taken in the ass go into the bloodstream much faster than when inhaled/ingested. The caffeine that was pouring from her was unequalled. Her enema more than likely had coffee in it.
I’m curious… Where would one get an enema, besides West Hollywood, of course. I recently found out that your intestines get plaque. Of all the ailments in the body, that has to be the most disturbing for me to date. Intestinal plaque. How the fuck am I supposed to floss that?! And I don’t care what kind of brush you have, those angled brissels are not going to get those hard to reach places.