Surprisingly, it’s delicious, and tastes nothing like groinal injury.
“I can connect to the mocha and the double espresso alright… But the skinny latte keeps rejecting the network key.”
…for the materialistic child?
The label on a box of light bulbs. Almost prophetic. The sheer lack of translation, however, lessens the philosophical blow somewhat
I somehow doubt Dr Spengler drinks in Huddersfield. But if he does, this is what he’d leave behind.