On the lamb.

I stole some guy's latte at Starbucks today. Not intentionally, of course. I wasn't paying attention and some very cheerful barista handed me a cup and told me to have a "super Thanksgiving." I'm the only one around, so I grabbed it and skidaddled. I really didn't even notice till I was driving away that the cup had Mike written on it, and tasted nothing like what I thought I had ordered.

Where was Mike?!? ... Fuckin' Mike. Why must you make me do such things?