Tuesday, August 3, 2004

Boba Craziness

Boba's not that hard a thing really, and yet, just about every other place I go, there's some sort of BobaDrama(TM).

Today's BobaDrama(TM) is brought to you by the word idiot.

I don't belive our hostess had connections between her Neurons. My order was answered with a "are you sure you want that? If you don't mind, I really have to pee."

I had asked for a Mango-Pinapple Boba Slushie. Dear God, you'd think I'd learn by now. Upon her return, she questioned my choice and wasn't sure she could do that because she didn't think it would taste good. I assured her it would. She still wasn't sure. I suggested she add some variety in her life and just make the damned thing. She was almost positive it wouldn't taste good. I assured her it shouldn't matter to her because I was the one who was going to drink it. No really, it's good, please, just make it for the Love of Rice. She did. And it was good. The end.

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