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- So today at work I had a super dyslexic moment. I was scanning some packages of tea or something, and on the shipping label it said:
- STARBUCKS COFFEE SHOP
- SHIPPING MANAGER
- But my brain took the "UCKS" and the "ING" and did some creative rearranging til I read "THE FUCKING COFFEE SHOP"
- Of course at 4am this was hilarious, so I told the guys. And this is what happened:
- Wess: The Fucking Coffee Shop! Come n' get yer fucking coffee!
- Dylan: I want some fucking cream in my fucking coffee!
- Wess: I want a fucking cappuccino!
- Dylan: And some fucking sugar! You don't have fucking sugar? Well I guess I'll settle for some fucking sweet n' low!
- Wess: This isn't a very child-friendly atmosphere.
- Dylan: It's a fucking coffee shop! What'd you expect?
- Like I said. 4am.
