Java

The nice lady at the 7-11 would not let me spend part of my $20 on coffee this morning because she insisted that my $20 bill was fake. The $20 bill that I got from the ATM. At my bank. I thought she was joking with me. I go into her store at least twice a week. When I realized she was serious, and wasn't going to take that bill, I calmly told her that I have my wallet out in the car and I would be right back.

I just left instead.

I hate not having coffee, instead today I am having Coka-Cola Classic. Not. Even. Close.

I think I need to give some credit, yesterday's post was taken out of this month's Playboy.

Here is a picture of Sam the Snail.