Brocken

All day I have been doing logic and selling Germans big sticks. I can't stands it no more. I can't do the impossible logic. I can't understand their loopy German requests. I'm fucked. ARGH! MY HEAD HURTS!

Bro-ken: That's me. My head and sunglasses a-splode.

I went to starbucks in my anger and delirium and asked for a venti (ie: fucking large) mocha. They refused. I pressed on. They gave in. I got 600mls of coffee.

I'm angry, broken and holding delicious, well made coffee.