Fuckacino
I was at the Starbucks at Astor with Whiney the Pooh and Mr. Brazil, when Brazil pointed out to me how sexual a Frappacino is. He wanted a huge, milky, caramel-drizzled Frappacino, with whipped cream on top, which he described as sex in a plastic cup. Witness...the "Fuckacino."
After that, I started to notice other things and it is undeniably true; Starbucks sells sex. Everything in there is sexual. Everyone is sipping and licking and sucking on something - poking their straws or their tongues through openings, gulping down mouthfuls of hot liquid. Behind the coffee bar the employees are squeezing bottles of thick, sweet coffee toppings and the chocolate oozes and then spurts out of the end. Or sometimes you'll see them trying to clean the coffee makers. They grasp the steel nozzels in their hands and rub them up and down, up and down, over and over.
It's all sex. Everywhere you turn. You just have to decide.
Do you want your's tall or grande?
After that, I started to notice other things and it is undeniably true; Starbucks sells sex. Everything in there is sexual. Everyone is sipping and licking and sucking on something - poking their straws or their tongues through openings, gulping down mouthfuls of hot liquid. Behind the coffee bar the employees are squeezing bottles of thick, sweet coffee toppings and the chocolate oozes and then spurts out of the end. Or sometimes you'll see them trying to clean the coffee makers. They grasp the steel nozzels in their hands and rub them up and down, up and down, over and over.
It's all sex. Everywhere you turn. You just have to decide.
Do you want your's tall or grande?
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on January 30, 2005 at 9:19 PM.
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9:31 PMI'll have a chocolate dipped biscotti.. oo! and a half n' half. extra sugar, cause I like it sweet.
10:36 AM
This post is funny.:)
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