I strayed.
Not physically — not yet, at least. But I have to tell you, I’m no longer sure that simply drinking the International Delight Special Edition Almond Joy candy creamer is enough to satisfy me.
The bottle: so curvy and smooth and stoic, dressed in dramatic blues and whites. Like a kimono-clad geisha who exhales coconut and whose hair looks and smells like delicious milk chocolate…
Just to make this clear, you’re having an emotional affair with coffee creamer?
What’s stoic is the worm patiently waiting at the bottom of a nice bottle of mescal. Curvy, too, as I fondly recall.
You say that like you’re judging me, theOtherKen.
I’d not admit to affairs with mescal worms; eating one is simply resolving it’s stoically-supressed misery, and a great favor to it.
(If not for misery, would stoicism even need exist?)
oh the suspense is killing me
Breaking: Huckabee to make “very important announcement” Saturday
Call it “Anita”…
Ahhhh no, far be it from me to cast stones. It just seems to me that coffee creamers are notoriously shallow, especially the limited edition types. I fear that you may be playing Russian roulette with your heart.
I understand the risks of any dalliance with this harsh, ephemeral mistress, theOtherKen. But the heart and tongue wants what the heart and tongue wants.
I’m afraid theOtherKen may be right Jeff. I spent years trying to get over my obsession with Breyer’s Raspberry Dark Chocolate chip. It took all of James Dobson’s skill to make me realize that plain old vanilla, at night, with the door locked, lights off and the kids asleep, was what I really wanted all that time.
Don’t ask, don’t tell, LMC.
serr8d posted on 5/13 @ 9:11 am
What’s stoic is the worm patiently waiting at the bottom of a nice bottle of mescal. Curvy, too, as I fondly recall
If you make it to the bottom of the bottle, eating the worm is as easy as eating ……I think I will leave it right there.
Ha ha ha. Funny post.
Do what you want, just don’t take my 23 oz can of Arizona Arnold Palmer.
It makes me feel so… so @gangsta@
“The Coffee Creamer is a Harsh Mistress” seems somewhat derivative.
And have you forsworn your fascination with Mrs. Butterworth’s Maple Syrup, and the suggestive bottling they used?
Thanks! for the consideration. But there’s no way I’d eat that, not even if you covered it with with some gay-ass coffee creamer. )