That's not the publicity we need :eek:
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Err... not sure whether you're joking about my joke, or whether my humor was even more opaque than usual... in the interest of clarity: I did not whip out a Glock Fortay, wave it around and yell GUNS AND COFFEE as loud as I could. Not even after a couple of Venti Skinny Two Hundred Degree Cinnamon Dolce Lattes.
Like I told the cops, that wasn't me. ;)
Man, tough crowd! ;) I'm used to it, though:
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Hell, I forgot all about this, but ended up hitting the Quantico Starbucks, anyway.
Was visiting MCIA, which is booooooriiiiinnnnngggggg, and I knew I'd need some concoction that started with the words "triple-shot..." to keep from nodding off in front of the worst sort of folks (glittery stuff on collars and Masters-of-the-Universe Syndrome).