2801 Onward Christian Baristas.

I tip cash because unless Uncle Sam is putting on a crop top and booty shorts and is bringing me my food and drink, Uncle Sam doesn’t need to know how much I tipped.

The following is in jest:
…Uncle Sam in a…ugh!
Couldn’t Lady Liberty, or Ms. Amelia Earhart been chosen for this booty shorts fantasy?
Oh!…my head!
…And I had just gotten over my friend’s fanfiction, about President Ford being an exotic dancer, too. :(
(singing)- “Shake your groove thing! Shake your groove thing! Yeah! Yeah!”
:D

You have successfully killed any
Sexy thoughts I might have had today ..

Oops. sorry.
Hee, hee, hee.
:D

Hey, Uncle Sam has loooonng legs, some booty shorts wouldn’t go amiss.
But Gerald Ford…. Right-o, I see your Gerald Ford and raise you, LBJ would wear the booty shorts and crop top, regardless if he rocked them or not.

You bet! :D
If Uncle Sam kept up with his aerobics, I bet he could really move…to- “Start The Commotion”, by the Wiseguys!
:D

Let’s be fair…. Reading a friend’s FanFiction is self-inflicted torture…

Any emotional scars are yours, and yours alone…. :P

*Big, melodramatic tears roll down my cheeks*

Ah, yes. Reading those fanfictions is a terrible habit I started, way back in my misspent youth.
I do regret that…but not as much as seeing the film, Cyborg, starring Jean-Claude Van Damme!
:D

I like it!
We didn’t get an amorous threesome, but somehow…we got a bantering threesome!
:D