I’m not a particularly sophisticated guy. I like movies with things that blow up. Crude jokes make me laugh. I lounge around in athletic wear on the weekends with no intention to do anything athletic whatsoever.
I either lack the imagination or vocabulary to describe a perfectly innocent, stoic, pure black tea like this one. It has the earthy flavor that I love in black tea, the slight crispness, the lingering taste that reminds you that your mouth hasn’t completely purged itself of your last drink.
But that’s it, it’s just a good staple black tea. It’s like the tea you’d serve if the cops came over. You don’t want to serve bad tea, because you’d look like a schmuck. You don’t want to serve AMAZING tea, because you don’t want to seem like you’re trying to distract them. So you brew middle-of-the-road, English Breakfast. And here we are.
In my tennis shorts thinking of you – not even planning to watch tennis.
LOL i did NOT mean that in a creep way – just read it again and thought hmmm that sounds wrong. :p
Hahaha, yeah, I think I got you, no worries :)
LOL too funny Azz. :D
ROFL yeah every time I read it again it sounds more and more perverse!! Cracking myself up here. Missy lol thanks for having a great sense of humor lol I was thinking OH *&%! she is going to think I am hitting on her man hahahaha.
Now now girls, lets not have any hostili-tea!
Ha! Punny aren’t ya!
Heh, I’ve made that same sort of mistake many times in my life. Silly man! See why I like him, he is always a blast to be around.
He was probably hoping for a cat fight over him huh? LOL