F*ck you, man. I'm over here choking down Karen's coffee and it's making feel worse by the second. What kind of fat slob drinks this on a daily basis? I bet she even convinces herself this **** is "healthy". I hope that c*nt is enjoying my regular coffee but I'm sure she went in and asked for the manager.Speaking of coffee…
Blue Bottle 17’ Ceiling espresso God shot this morning. Truly awesome.
Can't tell if Anth is turning into a Karen or QAnon. Either way, as the kids say, I'm here for it.
Truly a rollercoaster run for that guy.
When the beans are 4 days removed from roasting date, they’ve offgassed enough for the perfect extraction. 201° through a 58mm portafilter, for 27 seconds… lightly (20lb psi) tamp, controlled by a proportional integral derivative bad *** machine. Spring water too. Eureka.F*ck you, man. I'm over here choking down Karen's coffee and it's making feel worse by the second. What kind of fat slob drinks this on a daily basis. I bet she even convinces herself this **** is "healthy". I hope that c*nt is enjoying my regular coffee but I'm sure she went in and asked for the manager.
I'm right here guys. I can read what you're saying.
You expect Sharpe to pick up the complexities of man defense, circle, and holding up your hand on inbounds plays in a couple months? Pretty unrealistic if you ask me.Hopefully Sharpe was supportive of his hobbled teammate while he was sitting on his *** contributing nothing.
Sunday only-don't mind a bit of cream/milk...sugar in coffee is gross.
-Bourbon season wrapping up.
The most awkward phone call ever made was each individual male in my 7th or 8th grade class having to call our parents, most at work, on speakerphone with a principal over our shoulder after a "gross display during the morning's service."-Went to school mass this morning because the little lady asked me to. Was nice. She loves her Daddy. But, I was struck by the solid level of participation and lack of laughter from the kiddos tbh. There was more than one occasion when I looked around wishing one of my old St. Agnes pals was there to make eye contact with and burst into tears attempting to hold it in, tempting the teacher's wrath. The kids didn't bat an eye at awkward solo singing by a classmate or a funny sounding word from a reader. Disappointing.
There is not a bourbon season. Bourbon has a time and place all year long. If you aren't enjoying a pour on the deck on a nice summer night, then you are doing it wrong.
Ridiculous.