During my trip to LA last week I discovered that I do like drugs, as long as they're flavored with mocha and blended to perfection with whipped cream on top (whip cream is how it's spelled in my head). Caffeine, mom. I was doing it every day and I liked it. I didn't even have to snort it or needle myself. The only painful part of the process was forking over my hard-earned $4 every time for "the stuff."
I assure you that I do not like coffee. This was a purely vacational romance. An affair followed by a little ear-ringing and some very sincere cravings for a sight of The Bean.
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