This past Sunday, I felt for sure this science experiment was coming to an abrupt end. I walked into my local Starbucks late afternoon to get a little icy pick-me-up before I headed out for my weekend adventure. When I ordered my venti iced Americano, the cashier exclaimed,
"oh, that's my mother's name!" My brain responded,
"oh well...." [
insert cartoon wah-wah sound here] However, I saw him pause and look quizzically at the cup. He then added,
"my mother would be really pissed if I spelled her name wrong."
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CHERLY |
Well folks, looks like Sonny Boy's momma is not going to be so proud of him for this. She got stretch marks for you and you don't spell her name correctly? Shame on you! Your mom's name is not Cher-Lee, which is how this would be pronounced. Also your
R looks very much like a
V. So once again, here's a close, but
NO CIGAR for
Cherly -- and here comes the cheesy picture of Lieutenant Starbuck:
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NO CIGAR |
Please note that the
Sheryl Crow "100 Miles to Memphis" CDs appear to be
SOLD OUT, so I'm guessing this will lessen my chances for HALF-BINGOs for awhile.
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