Every morning I start my day picking up my mail, and then strolling next door for my Venti coffee with skim milk. This morning the staff at Starbucks heard me roar like never before.
You see, I ran into my girlfriend who had just returned from Montreal and Quebec. She was beginning to tell me about her trip when I turned, ever so slightly, to see a 300 pound man, bent over, searching for a bottled Frappiccino with crack showing. I glanced at my friend, and we both burst into laughter. And not a quiet, simple chuckle … we roared.
Now I ask you, how mature am I really?del.icio.us | digg it! | reddit! | Google!