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I'm stealing internet from someones open wireless so that's better than using my phone, mainly cause I can't receive calls when I'm surfing the tubes through the phone, it's about as fast, that's how cool my phone is
and also ranking in on the COOLEST FUCKING THING EVER charts, there's a coffee shop 2 blocks from my new place and they carry CRICKET COLA.
now a little back story for those of you that don't know me and cricket cola. back in 2003 I started hanging out in a coffee shop up in north county, met a whole bunch of neat people to include my lovely ex-girlfriend, and that coffee shop began selling cricket cola. and for some ungodly reason we all fucking loved the stuff. so long story short I had a "Summer of '69" there while we were all spun up with very clean colons on this god damn soda. well I drank so much of the shit that word got back to the marketing guy of the company and I got hired to sell the stuff. good gig, flexible hours, $14 per hour. great considering I had just gotten out of the military with absolutely no plan. I eventually moved back to texas for a bit, and when I moved back cricket was out of business. then all my friends faded away over drama and distance, the girlfriend became the ex and I became a broken shattered bitter little drunkard for a while.(why lord, why must I have a penis and a heart).
but that is fun long since past, the point of this little sexcapade down memory lane is to show you what I have attached to the taste of cricket cola. it's not just the sweet yet mildly bitter slightly carbonated only tastes right after a few drinks and one or two nervous ticks flavor that gets me. it's the memories and emotions it inspires, along with it's rarity due to no longer being in production.
And that my new place, my first venture out on living alone, close to the city around people and events and life, should a coffee shop carry this little bottle of profound and potent memories as a regular stock, well, I need not tell you that my pants are tight and I may need a clean wash cloth here very shortly.
and if you've read this far, we're friends now, so we should hang out.
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side note: the only thing missing from this wonderful place at the moment is kitchen necessities and a sex life.
I'm so horny if I owned a sofa I'd be fucking it right now. So if anyone were to feel the need to donate a microwave and or a labia shrouded enclave, I'd be very appreciative.
I'm stealing internet from someones open wireless so that's better than using my phone, mainly cause I can't receive calls when I'm surfing the tubes through the phone, it's about as fast, that's how cool my phone is
and also ranking in on the COOLEST FUCKING THING EVER charts, there's a coffee shop 2 blocks from my new place and they carry CRICKET COLA.
now a little back story for those of you that don't know me and cricket cola. back in 2003 I started hanging out in a coffee shop up in north county, met a whole bunch of neat people to include my lovely ex-girlfriend, and that coffee shop began selling cricket cola. and for some ungodly reason we all fucking loved the stuff. so long story short I had a "Summer of '69" there while we were all spun up with very clean colons on this god damn soda. well I drank so much of the shit that word got back to the marketing guy of the company and I got hired to sell the stuff. good gig, flexible hours, $14 per hour. great considering I had just gotten out of the military with absolutely no plan. I eventually moved back to texas for a bit, and when I moved back cricket was out of business. then all my friends faded away over drama and distance, the girlfriend became the ex and I became a broken shattered bitter little drunkard for a while.(why lord, why must I have a penis and a heart).
but that is fun long since past, the point of this little sexcapade down memory lane is to show you what I have attached to the taste of cricket cola. it's not just the sweet yet mildly bitter slightly carbonated only tastes right after a few drinks and one or two nervous ticks flavor that gets me. it's the memories and emotions it inspires, along with it's rarity due to no longer being in production.
And that my new place, my first venture out on living alone, close to the city around people and events and life, should a coffee shop carry this little bottle of profound and potent memories as a regular stock, well, I need not tell you that my pants are tight and I may need a clean wash cloth here very shortly.
and if you've read this far, we're friends now, so we should hang out.
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side note: the only thing missing from this wonderful place at the moment is kitchen necessities and a sex life.
I'm so horny if I owned a sofa I'd be fucking it right now. So if anyone were to feel the need to donate a microwave and or a labia shrouded enclave, I'd be very appreciative.
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are you in texas right now? if so, lemme know when you get back and we'll fix your hair up right!