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Costa, Starbucks, Cafe Nero and all the other coffee dealers along my high street, why do these places give me the Purple Pim? Regardless of the name over the door, everyone of these coffee shop drug dens appear to be stocked with the same freshly pressed employees (all of whom make me feel like The Grinch on laundry day), stupid ceramic merchandise for stupid ceramic commuters, and hillocks of tasty apple pastries – that are seemingly filled with the same preservatives found within the crocodile-like corpse of Joan Rivers (too soon??). 840 more words
While my Heather-induced drama was ending, however, my friends’ was just beginning. And all because of a giggle.
Apparently, after Darren and I had left the bar room, everybody else in there had stayed completely stock-still, either shocked into silence or just appreciating the shooting down of Heather, for at least a good minute before Amanda started laughing. 2,123 more words