I was in the Dixie of Win when I realized I need coffee. I was tired of the same old fancy shmancy Greyfriars coffee, Charbucks was just a little played, I wanted something different, something that took me back to my days playing down on the calle with my amigoes con mi disco volador. Y cuando nos acabaron, bebida de we'd un poco de buen viejo café. Thats right mi amigos, I got some Cafe Bustelo....
¡Dígalo ain' T tan! Yo no puedo creer que usted bebería ese material. Esa mierda barata está probablemente repleta de masillas de no-café.
Posted by: Scott at June 16, 2004 12:25 AMHey that was good coffee...reminded me of when I was Mexican.
Posted by: Strow at June 16, 2004 08:24 AMmasillas de no-cafe. That is funny.
Posted by: crabby at June 16, 2004 04:31 PM