We have gone
through several hundred packets of cocoa in the
last two months. The first month we started drinking
it, we ran out near the end of deadline and Shon
and I nearly panicked for the last three hours.
Little did we know then, that as a cruel joke before
leaving us to work all alone in the dead of night,
Bobby had hidden the box of hot chocolate
Bryan, in an uncharacteristically sympathetic manner,
has kept us well stocked with hot chocolate for
the last two months. Or maybe he just saw that we
got our work done much better and faster when amped
on the brown cups o' chocolatey, happy brew.
sweet cup of hot chocolate. And the sugar and chocolate
high is pretty much unequaled. Plus I've never been
a coffee drinker. Too strong. Too bitter. Too fucking
4:57 this morning I have come to the earth-shattering
conclusion that hot chocolate is the key to every
we face in the world today.
does it take you back to childhood, it soothes
your nerves, yet perks you up. It makes you happy.
It is primal in it's power.
the duct tape and plastic. Steamy, creamy choco
is where it's at.
Hussein? Osama bin Laden? They need to drink some
W. Bush? John Ashcroft? Hot chocolate.
Those Wall Street traders and corporate CEOs need
to take five and down a few cups of Swiss Miss.
It warms the heart.
stupid people at your bar? Pour 'em a cup of the
hot sweet nectar.
Double hot cocoas. Oui, oui...
the nightclub? Throw some hot chocolate with great
white cream on the inferno.
because your not getting enough Nashville Pussy?
Hot Nestle is the key.
warming? Massive budget deficits? Hole in the
ozone layer? Space shuttle disaster? School funding
Rasheed's temper? Terrorist attack? Code red virus?
Yeast infection? Liquor liability insurance? Erectile
dysfunction? North Korea? Inhalation anthrax?
Can't figure out what to write about?
it's all about the hot chocolate.