Totally unrelated, stream-of-conciousness takes.
What is this? I don't even....
Ken read me the description about it today, and all I could think was this was the brain child of Paula Deen and the Irish organic grassfed cow industry.
Still better than this kind of coffee.
Now I want coffee. I should go the wheatgrass/chia route instead.
Lotus has the stomach flu. She threw up in my van today. On the cloth passenger seat.
I think I'm going to need a gallon of bullet coffee to deal with the biohazard in there.
Gabriel is obsessed with robots suddenly acquiring the ability to drive. He has determined that such a thing would be, quote, "horrible", and he spends large swaths of car trips anxiously peering out the van window, making sure the other cars aren't being manned- roboted?- by robots.
I think even robots would steer clear of our van in its current state of pukaliciousness.
"Pukaliciousness" is the dumbest word anyone has ever made up in the history of language mutilation. Someone needs to revoke my speech card.
Or give me some coffee.
See JFul for more.