One day I was pimpin' down DI with a bitch who just done OD'd on some D and whipped my whip into this ogre slit of an establishment. My tale is short but has a decent girth (4\"" last time I checked in the Home Depot checkout line on what was coincidentally the last time I was allowed in a Home Depot). Some Romanian ass in a bumblebee coupe (Porsche) was servin up some mean Joe at a place that allowed the public to DJ as long as they wanted to play Gorillaz or Radiohead. \n\nI can't bring an outside drink? How am I supposed to sip down some lean while I'm playing mafia in the checkout line? How am I supposed to get that sweet pineapple juice jizz taste for the honey I bang in the Pulp Fiction bathroom? If you want better coffee, take a shit in a cup and ask for a free refill at the nearby Roberto's. You won't be disappointed, unlike if you come here looking for anything but some wack ass scene kids lookin' like they high as a kite and just dropped they asses out the womb of 2007.