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| Wednesday, October 8, 2008 |
| Like OMIGOD! |
So, there's a new girl and she talks a lot. Learned A LOT about her while sitting in the 'Bucks. Here goes! She loves tattoos, but thinks small ones are stupid. I quote " you can't walk into a tattoo shop and say 'Oh that looks cool!' and just get it. How is that being an individual?" Um, well... for starters, any tattoo, no matter what size, is an expression of individuality. Granted, so is her incessant yammering. It's all relative. Everything is an expression of individuality unless you're directly and intentionally copying someone. So...stab her with rusty metal sporks. The end.
Next, the two girls sitting next to us were talking about how they wanna beat the shit outta boys. I figure their in high school. It took me back to the adolescent years. Was kind of nice zoning out and listening to them, although I hope I never sounded as annoying as they did. They also think that books suck...like OMIGOD! For sure!
My "Annoying Starbucks Award" goes to the woman that walked in towards the end of the night. She strutted in, nose in the air and on her cell phone. Wow...snooty? She orders, still on the phone. Sits right at the counter where they give out the drinks, still on her phone. Takes her drink when it's ready, still on her phone. Doesn't say thank you...still on the phone. And then she leaves. Still. On. The. Phone. Fuck people, get off your phone when you buy something. The employee helping you will be grateful that you pay them a little respect.
No wonder people end up with wrong orders and bad service.
Gah.Labels: O.G. River Park |
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| Tuesday, October 7, 2008 |
| They Call Her Sandy. She Was A Showgirl. |
Well, not really. lol Her name is Sandy though! And why is this important? Because we met her at Starbucks and that's ALWAYS awesome.
We are spreading...
...LIKE THE PLAGUE!
Hmm, that sounds a little ominous. Maybe something else would be better.
We're spreading like butter on toast! We're spreading like tar on asphalt! We're spreading wildfire! We're spreading like wings! We're spreading like...
FIGHT CLUB!
Perfect! We are much like Fight Club or we should be! RAWR! We are STARBUCKS CLUB! We have rules!
1. You must talk about Starbucks Club.
2. You must talk about Starbucks Club.
3. When someone says stop, or goes limp, even if they're just faking it, the shenanigans are just beginning.
4. Only two people can engage at once, if we were fair...but we're not!
5. Multiple shenanigans at a time.
6. They engage without remorse or order.
7. The shenanigans go on as long as they have to.
8. If this is your first night at Starbucks Club, you have to engage.
And there you have it. We travel in packs, take many prisoners, and have the most fun one could possibly have in the middle of any Starbucks location we can possibly overtake with our shenanigans. It's great fun.
Welcome, Sandy. We hope to see you again!Labels: Herndon and Willow |
| posted by Sneaky Ninja Quick Bunny @ 8:41 PM |
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| Wednesday, October 1, 2008 |
| We'll Call This "What The Fuck Is She Wearing" Night |
Ok, out of everything that I've seen at Starbucks, tonight pretty much took the cake. I'm not sure if planets were aligned or the moon went into some weird full moon phase without notifying the rest of the solar system...but what the fuck do chicks wear now days?
One girl came in wearing capris pants. They weren't typical capris. Well, they would have been run of the mill, but one leg was normal length (falling just above the boot line...black boots) and the other leg was rolled up to around the crotchal region. Maybe it was gang related? But why the black boots with it? And a green tank top? I should have taken a damn picture. It successfully creeped me out.
Another girl came in with an orange tank top shirt thing. Only this tank top shirt thing came down to nearly her knees and I'm lucky I spotted the short, short shorts she had on underneath or I was liable to call the fashion police. It was like a moo moo gone horribly wrong...which is hard to do since a moo moo IS horribly wrong. To top it all off, the shirt was orange and she was quite rotund. So, she effectively looked like a fat pumpkin with twiggy, chicken legs to accentuate the waddle effect of her walk. Fabulous, I say.
On a small side note, they hired a new boy at Starbucks. I call him Afro. And why? Because he's a white boy with an afro. Good times! He seems to be nice, but I haven't really talked to him. I think it's the afro that really gets me. his name is Caleb (spelling? lol). He's super fucking tall, which is a plus, but the jury is still out on our official opinion of him.
And by the way...the flyer says "A Taste of Fall." It does not say "A Taste of Fail" or "A Taste of Hell." Glasses people! lmfao Love you guys. =)Labels: O.G. River Park |
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