R makes me tea when we get into the office. It's a sweet routine. Sometimes he does a song and dance. In fact, today his song consisted of some "wahs" and "oohs". R's comedic timing couldn't have been more perfect! His "wahs" and "oohs" were an appropriate backdrop to Oscar Madison's post today, especially when I read down to this line:
There's this throbbing beat, and then those trombones come in with their languid "whaah, whaah, w-o-w-w." Hot stuff!
Hot stuff, indeed!
Now for the juvenile part I warned you about...
I looked down at my tea:
Doesn't it look an awful lot like pee? Morning pee?
See? I told you this post was juvenile.
And, yes. I do have a Porsche mug. Even their mugs are pretty. It's a pretty Porsche everybody can afford. $12! What a deal.
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