I have not had any coffee this morning. The result was that on my way to work, among other things, I killed and devoured two young children, I kicked a puppy, and I made a biker with a “Satan Loves You” tattoo cry when I growled, “What are you looking at, you shriveled old hag?”
I’m not exactly sure when I’ll get any coffee. Maybe not until lunch. I’d tell my secretary to go get some, but I already stuffed her into the shredder.
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