Must
Not
Kill.
The coffee house has been besieged by a middle-school, girls, soccer team.
My monastic mental discipline has allowed me to fend off the Urukai-like assaults to my senses, but the sheer vacuum of cogent thought is starting to suck my mind out through my right ear.
I am not sure what they're talking about, but the few syllables that break through my rapidly failing shields have formed the phrase:
Fluffy....Muffin....Taters.
I'm afraid.
-T
1 comment:
*LMAO* And here I was going to ask you how your trip went. *snicker* I must admit that when I first read the title of this entry, I was somewhat concerned that there was some strange new recipe in the works. I am much relieved to learn that it was only a bout of adolescent frivolity. ;)
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