I love Starbucks. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care. I worship the javalicious deity who first frothed milk in conjunction with espresso.
It’s medicinal, you know. Cappuccino… I had an enormous, moose-toppling headache just a slender quarter hour ago… Enter one Venti Vanilla Cappuccino into the bloodstream and Whammo! I am healed. I’m still dog-ass tired, but at least I can see and function again.
Sweet jebus, I love Starbucks.