Some really wonderful comments:
"mnjam wrote:
FAR OUT, MAN!!!!
Talkin' about my generation. Who knew that a tablespoon of metamucil chased with a soy latte was hallucinogenic.
You must be tripping when you see the party which quadrupled the national debt in the 1980's and nearly doubled it again since 1/20/01 as one of "fiscal restraint." Or envision the party of unlimited, secret, warrantless and surveillance and extraordinary rendition was one of "limited government."
Got to get me some of that. Do you use regular or orange flavored metamucil? Is it Starbucks soy latte or some other kind?
Don't hold back. Haven't had a fix since my acid supplier retired to work as an Enron trader and then as subprime mortgage broker."
"memorybabe1 wrote:
"I have never been in a coffeehouse that displayed posters of Ronald Reagan or Margaret Thatcher." That's because it's hard to drink coffee when you're nauseated. and i dare say, that if i see you in my coffee house, i'll find another."
"pali2500 wrote:
Looking at Gerson's photograph, it is hard to imagine anyone who would look more out-of-place and out-of-touch in a coffee house where the customers skew "toward 20- and 30-somethings with laptops; the women in bohemian wear, the men with shaved heads or buzz cuts and wispy goatees."
The word "dork" springs to mind."
And the actual piece that inspired some wit:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/10/18/AR2007101801578.html