Starbucks, you motherfucking whore, just as I think I'll never go back to you, you rope me back in. I was just supposed to get a latte for my boss, and was going to use up my gift card on a scone or something when you decided to whip out "Drinking Chocolate." And now, it's like a 6 oz. cup of orgasm for $2.50, just as I had finally decided (yesterday, no less! YESTERDAY!) that I was quitting frappuccinos. You make me sick.
Now bring me another tiny hot chocolate, wench!
>^..^
Now bring me another tiny hot chocolate, wench!
>^..^