Not really enjoying this latte foam art business anymore. Leaves. Leaves were fine. Hell, what else are you going to do at a coffee place?
Oh, wait. Make good coffee.
Do you realize how angry I would be if I was at Subway and they arranged the pickles into a nice shape? Because that sandwich is still 6-12 inches of bullshit.
I love the whole $5 footlong, by the way. You want a foot of something for $5? I’ll come by your house without wiping, do that thing dogs do where they drag butt on the carpet, and leave a nutritious streak on the carpet.
I guess it’s cute enough and everything. But I think I’ve had enough. As much as I enjoy what you’ve done there, I’ll kill myself at your coffee bar if I have to wait for you to draw a grizzly bear riding a tricycle and juggling.
I mean, come on. Fail art school on your own time.