Luckily, Ill Will shares some of my thoughts, with his awesome squirrelly voice:
And as if this weren't grounds enough to reach over the counter and choke the "barista" and shove coffee beans down this throat, they also have a prominently displayed jar for "tips," as if after getting bent over for a urine-sized cup of dehydration, I'm feeling generous enough to donate money to these pretentious douchebags who think they are better than you because they've been programmed to regurgitate these idiotic size names.
Someone is very lucky he did not get killed this weekend... Next time it's on!
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