I walked into a Starbucks this morning and the "barrista" said to me, I swear to Jehova, "Hey there, sweet face. Welcome to Sweet Saturday at Starbucks. What can I do you for?"
Sweet face?
Do you for?
I replied, "I'll take a small water and 10 copies of the Gloria Estefan compilation." Then I started picking my teeth with my hook.
1 comment:
Duster,
I worry 'bout ya, girly (sweet face, sweet face; sort of rolls off the tongue).
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