The culprit, this time: Starbucks Coffee Ice Cream.
Ok. I have a low tolerance for caffiene. That is, I can only drink so much before I get jittery and weird, and if I drink any more than that I can end up coughing, and eventually throwing up. Yesterday in the afternoon, after the twenty-billionth Seattle day of rain in a row, I warmed up with a double (extra foamy!) cappacinno. I skipped dinner, as there was nothing in the fridge, and my personal chef was working a night shift at her day job. So I, uh, helped myself to some of the Starbucks Coffee Ice Cream in the fridge, having no idea HOW FREAKING HYPER-CAFFINATED it must be. After I ate it my heart was pounding like crazy, and eventually I started coughing, and, well, one thing led to another.
You know the funny thing? Ice cream puked up actually does taste just as good coming up as it did going down.
Even so. No more Starbucks Ice Cream for me!
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When I threatened to sue the fabulously wealthy entertainer/developer Merv Griffin, he tried to get out of it by faking a stroke.
I sued him anyway.
And I won.
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