Wilkins Coffee
What…in…the…heck?
Poor amorphous blob. It’s tough going against the grain, especially when a Muppet is holding a gun to your head. Such is the way it goes around here on a Friday I guess. Perhaps next week will be a little better, assuming I can finally kick this cold-flu thing that’s been bogging me down since last Sunday.
As well. As my dad always said to me, “When you come to the fork in the road, take it.” I’m not sure what that has to do with anything. I just like the way it sounds 
That’s a Yogi Berra quote my friend. Loved that one myself.