that could be it RS. I wonder if they would consider using an all purpose type spray that works for ants, bees, etc., especially for when you're taking the coffee to the soccer or baseball field?
Forget spraying the lids....maybe the workers at Dunkins could just spray all the patrons in the mouth with that stuff--one good swift blast should do it.
That way, we would be defended against any unwanted entry by arthropodal creatures....for a good 12 hours I bet...not just while sipping coffee. I don't know about you, but I am so done with hearing the crunch of that chitinous shell body between my teeth.
I don't drink coffee. Diet Coke is my rocket fuel, So I was wondering if we should invent a spray that patrons can carry with them in their car, and we can come up with a travel size for the purse, and maybe wipes for the wallet (smaller than a condom). Want to go into business with me RS?
If that doesn't sound appealing, I gave Lucy my other great vocational tip the other day...we should get certified in removing tatoos because you know there are (and will be) a gazillion people that made some ... how should we say it, youthful or drunkful decisions to get tatoos.
I still can't figure out what I want to be when I grow up...and I'm running out of time!
well, it also looks like word on the street is that someone keeps typing like inky--
but you can tell it's not inky cause inky would NEVER EVER call her friend princess or use the word princess in regards to a discussion about her--as a stand alone salutation or description.
because to inky, that phrase has taken on an unkind meaning when used. so even if inky is in a really really bad mood, or a really really stupid mood, inky would never use that word as a tag or a descriptor.
and inky says this(in the words of e.e. cummings): "Since feeling is first / who pays any attention / to the syntax of things / will never wholly kiss you".
I don't know Chris, I am pretty sure that dog ear-piercing and tail piercing is the next capitalistic frontier for me. Winkle needs some pirate hoops, and maybe a little dangle diamond from his tail. But I am happy to share office space with you.
I don't drink DD,or MaryLou's or Starbucks or anywhere else. My husband makes the coffee every morning....with a hint of cinnamen (sp?). My brother used to refer to it as "rocket fuel"..... One cup and I'm good to go.
Christine, If you are the Christine I think you are, I actually know your husband the coffee-maker extaordinaire.
Well, I met him once. He was incredibly kind to me one day and loaded a mini-uhaul full of furniture for me for my office--as he was re-doing all the furniture at his company. As I type I can see the thank-you note I wrote him on the bookshelf in my living room....soon to send (three months late).
And if you are the right Christine, you are a duckling, yes? You might even know one of my sisters....and your husband knows the other.
princess is not pretending to be inky or anyone else. She drops in here every now and again, and has had a consistent writing style (if anyone cares to check the archives). Her name was given to her by her therapist years back. She is an authentic princess and would never ever demean Lucy.
Lucy where is Inky? The cups tops as we know are made from oil and with the price of oil going up they are now using a pesticide based plastic. Kidding of course.
Thank you "I think". My parents would be devastated that they paid money for me and my education to need help with the definition of "duckling". Though my love of the written word is great, there will never be a time that I won't look forward to hearing another definition to a word...... or point of view.
RS, great concept, but not practical. I'm not a pet lover or hater, just ask Winkle, but I don't think the MSPCA, etc., will take kindly to pet piercing. Although society does allow infant piercing, go figure! And, it's OK to tag wild animals for the sake of scientific research, but don't try to done them in bling.
oh I know who the real Princess is, of course, and authentic as ever she is! I guess no one here so far has ever lived in Manhattan where cockroach spray is commonplace.
holy kissinger, the whole freakin' island of man-hate-in is a cockroach village -- like, you can't live anywhere in the tri-state area without roach feces mixed in with your java juice, and bug spray just makes 'em ornery. coffee used to be my rocket fuel in the morning. since movin to queens (no princesses there), it's now crystal meth... go figure.
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Duh. Because cockroaches love donuts.
how does one become familiar with that particular odor?
eewww
I think the lids smell like cockroach exterminator spray so that no cockroaches get into your coffee.
Did it work?
that could be it RS. I wonder if they would consider using an all purpose type spray that works for ants, bees, etc., especially for when you're taking the coffee to the soccer or baseball field?
Chris...are you BRILLIANT OR WHAT??!!
Forget spraying the lids....maybe the workers at Dunkins could just spray all the patrons in the mouth with that stuff--one good swift blast should do it.
That way, we would be defended against any unwanted entry by arthropodal creatures....for a good 12 hours I bet...not just while sipping coffee. I don't know about you, but I am so done with hearing the crunch of that chitinous shell body between my teeth.
word on the street is that the boy toys in the usa.. yayyyyy for love =]
I don't drink coffee. Diet Coke is my rocket fuel, So I was wondering if we should invent a spray that patrons can carry with them in their car, and we can come up with a travel size for the purse, and maybe wipes for the wallet (smaller than a condom). Want to go into business with me RS?
If that doesn't sound appealing, I gave Lucy my other great vocational tip the other day...we should get certified in removing tatoos because you know there are (and will be) a gazillion people that made some ... how should we say it, youthful or drunkful decisions to get tatoos.
I still can't figure out what I want to be when I grow up...and I'm running out of time!
well, it also looks like word on the street is that someone keeps typing like inky--
but you can tell it's not inky cause inky would NEVER EVER call her friend princess or use the word princess in regards to a discussion about her--as a stand alone salutation or description.
because to inky, that phrase has taken on an unkind meaning when used. so even if inky is in a really really bad mood, or a really really stupid mood, inky would never use that word as a tag or a descriptor.
and inky says this(in the words of e.e. cummings): "Since feeling is first / who pays any attention / to the syntax of things / will never wholly kiss you".
I don't know Chris,
I am pretty sure that dog ear-piercing and tail piercing is the next capitalistic frontier for me. Winkle needs some pirate hoops, and maybe a little dangle diamond from his tail. But I am happy to share office space with you.
I don't drink DD,or MaryLou's or Starbucks or anywhere else. My husband makes the coffee every morning....with a hint of cinnamen (sp?). My brother used to refer to it as "rocket fuel".....
One cup and I'm good to go.
Christine
Christine,
If you are the Christine I think you are, I actually know your husband the coffee-maker extaordinaire.
Well, I met him once. He was incredibly kind to me one day and loaded a mini-uhaul full of furniture for me for my office--as he was re-doing all the furniture at his company. As I type I can see the thank-you note I wrote him on the bookshelf in my living room....soon to send (three months late).
And if you are the right Christine, you are a duckling, yes? You might even know one of my sisters....and your husband knows the other.
princess is not pretending to be inky or anyone else. She drops in here every now and again, and has had a consistent writing style (if anyone cares to check the archives). Her name was given to her by her therapist years back. She is an authentic princess and would never ever demean Lucy.
Lucy where is Inky? The cups tops as we know are made from oil and with the price of oil going up they are now using a pesticide based plastic. Kidding of course.
"And if you are the right Christine, you are a duckling, yes?"
A "duckling" ?
baby duck.
Thank you "I think".
My parents would be devastated that they paid money for me and my education to need help with the definition of "duckling". Though my love of the written word is great, there will never be a time that I won't look forward to hearing another definition to a word...... or point of view.
Hmmmm....not really sure what cockroach exterminator spray smells like...I will definitely have to investigate, though.
RS, great concept, but not practical. I'm not a pet lover or hater, just ask Winkle, but I don't think the MSPCA, etc., will take kindly to pet piercing. Although society does allow infant piercing, go figure! And, it's OK to tag wild animals for the sake of scientific research, but don't try to done them in bling.
oh I know who the real Princess is, of course, and authentic as ever she is! I guess no one here so far has ever lived in Manhattan where cockroach spray is commonplace.
You got that right, sistah!!!
And if I ever did live in Manhattan, you bet your ass it wouldn't be anywhere near any cockroach village for sure!!!
Princess?? Did someone say princess??
I could be a lot worse, like the one I have spawned, no less!
You lived in Manhatten?!
holy kissinger, the whole freakin' island of man-hate-in is a cockroach village -- like, you can't live anywhere in the tri-state area without roach feces mixed in with your java juice, and bug spray just makes 'em ornery. coffee used to be my rocket fuel in the morning. since movin to queens (no princesses there), it's now crystal meth... go figure.