Thursday, October 4, 2012 at Starbucks
The Bible (NIV)
Henry was my favourite bread stick. I would always take him out when I felt lonely. He made me feel good about myself. Not too salty. Not too spiced. He would satisfy the cravings and he would just let me go to town on him. I know it sounds dirty, but I couldn’t be more serious right now. I am in love with this kind of bread stick and I, for the rest of my life, will not buy another brand or flavour of them. I have found a soul-mate in this bread stick. The way people who go to the same bar for their entire lives and know everybody’s names, never leave that bar out of loyalty to their home away from home.
Henry will make sure I always know someone’s name. I am not ashamed. I love my bread stick hear me roar.
Um, Is that enough? Test. Test. Testing one, two, three. Do you have them leveled yet? Did you record that? So it might be heard again in the future? Really? Okay. I guess it’s fine. It was supposed to just be filler.