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[wickedflea]

GRACK. I just had a frappuccino freakout. Yanno those Starbucks shits that ya get at the convenience store--those little overpriced bottles of fuckin' mocha caramel cream filth? Yeah. I had one of those here at my desk, and before I started to drink it, I absentmindedly shook it up. No problem, right? I mean, it says "shake me" right there on the cap. But it doesn't say "shake me BEFORE you open the top, fuckhead," and perhaps it should, because I had cracked the top before I shook the bottle, and of course sticky-ass candy coffee crap went ALL OVER ME, and I feel very silly and depressed about this. I feel so sad. So now I'm confined to my office until I can escape at lunch and go grab some new clotheses from the apartment.

I have a real problem with foodstuffs.

Comments

[sweetterrig.livejournal.com]

That is really frustrating! Hurry home!!!

[ginamoog.livejournal.com]

awww:(

[shlorp.livejournal.com]

That's awesome. Here, you can wear my shirt until you can go home and change.

[opened---once.livejournal.com]

Jesus christ the salsa incident was in 2002?! I was reading this entry and I thought of that before you even posted the link. Time flies...

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I know! And we'd known each other for a year or two at that point. Do you remember how we first corresponded?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Bring it!

Oh, wait. It's not a Paris Hilton shirt, is it?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Gah, the stickiness is killing me!

[opened---once.livejournal.com]

Haha yep - the Gov't Mule listserv, right?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yap! I think we even did a trade. =)

[shlorp.livejournal.com]

No, I only wear that to redneck gatherings. I find it sets people off, and that is the only thing that brings me joy these days.

[m-fallenangel.livejournal.com]

Wow, dude. That sucks.

Reminds me of a story. Back in Toledo, my friend Kirk and I would often grab dinner at Ruby Tuesday's at the mall before heading out to a night of drinking. Kirk primped more than a 16 YO girl.

So, there we were. He'd been flirting his ass off with the waitress and was actually kind of making time with her. She drops the food and a bottle of ketchup off. Apparently she was trying to be nice and had opened the ketchup already. Kirk, of course, picks up the bottle and does the frantic shaking back and forth thing, managing to spray ketchup all over himself, the table and the window looking out onto the mall walkway.

Needless to say, he needed to grab a shower and clean clothes before we went out to the club.

I almost did, too, since I was laughing nearly hard enough to piss myself.

[mcmayhem.livejournal.com]

If it helps at all, the thought of you doing this really made me laugh.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that's excellent. My family has a story about the time my knucklehead uncle shook the ketchup bottle at the table and got it all over my prison-guard grandfather. Obviously I didn't learn anything from this tale. =)

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

You'd have a real blast hanging around with me, then, cuz I do this kinda shit all the time. :D

[petitstar.livejournal.com]

*mjam* Starbucks I love it, I beg for it and I want a coffee... NOW!
Well I found you by the interest "Iron Maiden" and I would be glad if you accept me as a friend.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Sure, would be glad to!

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Dude, you got frapped! ;) Seriously, I've spilled more than my share of food on my clothes over the years. I managed to get some burrito juice on a sweatshirt the other night, even though I was being careful.