Popped out last night to retrieve the Sangraal. Supposedly fiendish puzzles and masonic deceptions not all they've been made out to be. And it's just a bloody cup, slightly chipped. Frankly the faded "World's Greatest God" print doesn't come across as terrifically holy.
Nevertheless I reverently prepared my coffee in it this morning and raised it with both hands to my lips. It was um. It was, um. Um.
You know how wine magically transubstantiates into the blood of The Dude? Well, imagine what coffee does.
Nevertheless I reverently prepared my coffee in it this morning and raised it with both hands to my lips. It was um. It was, um. Um.
You know how wine magically transubstantiates into the blood of The Dude? Well, imagine what coffee does.
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