With as much time as I spend at Starbucks, you’d think I’d have seen this one coming. Apparently, Michele got the memo. Given that I’m not a chocolate fan (as heretical as that may sound), I probably wasn’t paying attention. Given Michele’s rapturous description, I may just have to try it in order to see what all the fuss is about.
Holy mother of god, this is good. When they say it’s like drinking a truffle, they mean it. It’s a liquid orgasm. Seriousy. That good. Unlike a real orgasm, I think I can handle only one of these every few weeks. Multiples Chantico-gasms would just make me keel over and die.
Hey, now…this is still (nominally, at least) a family show….
Like I need another reason to dispose of yet more of my disposable income at Starbucks. You know, for too long now, people have worried about Bill Gates becoming the defacto King of the World. Me? I’m putting my money on Howard Schultz. Either way, the Center of the Universe will still be in Seattle. Things could be worse, I suppose. It could be in Cleveland. Or Long Island.
