Gingerbread in a glass, even if the glass has already hosted two different kinds of IPAs today. Can’t decide where I am on these cats, but at least they got the comma for Newfields in the right place. (And if you didn’t already know, the only thing you can do with a bachelor’s in English is criticize the bad writing of other people. You give credit where credit is due, but most of the time it’s not warranted; most of the time these monkeys keep their phones pressed to their elephant ears while they cross three lanes of traffic to turn left while running the yellow light at the last fucking second without bothering to signal to the drivers they’re pissing off behind them. And you’re not even off Emerson Avenue yet. You hope they die in a fire three blocks away, but it almost never happens.) And it’s excellent gingerbread in a glass.
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