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muckefuckEh, I figured those amateurs at the Bananas Foster Café wouldn't be able to satisfy my cravings. Breakfast served until 11 a.m.? Communists! Fortunately I picked that corner because good old reliable Standee's is only three storefronts in from it. Sure, the other place most likely wasn't blasting "Toxic" and didn't have a sad-faced old man collapsed wordlessly on a stool at the corner of the bar. But then, it also didn't have an unemployed Neiman-Marcus salesman giving fashion advice to sweet dowdy waitress.
On the way back, I stopped by the grocery store for caffeine-free tea and left with four boxes of my old standby, Celestial Seasonings. I'm tired of trying out this ethnic crap that (a) tastes like nothing; (b) has caffeine in it even though it's herbal; or (c) both, so I decided to go with what I know and trust. Not right now, though; I think I need something a little peppier to counteract the effects of Standee's Four Deuces.
On the way back, I stopped by the grocery store for caffeine-free tea and left with four boxes of my old standby, Celestial Seasonings. I'm tired of trying out this ethnic crap that (a) tastes like nothing; (b) has caffeine in it even though it's herbal; or (c) both, so I decided to go with what I know and trust. Not right now, though; I think I need something a little peppier to counteract the effects of Standee's Four Deuces.