Just tonight, I was strolling on second avenue with a friend, and decided to stop in dunkin donuts for a coffee and a bathroom break. when the guy behind the counter begrudgingly informed me that my second desire could be fulfilled only at starbucks, i decided to become a man. I brought my dunkin donuts coffee, in its dunkin donuts styrofome cup, right into starbucks, and I didn't give a shit.
I drank it in the open, used Starbucks' bathroom, then sauntered out, deviant coffee in hand, to the cool night, feeling very adequate. Rules probably don't apply to me anymore. I could probably eat a donor liver RIGHT IN FRONT of the organ donor board of trustees, then WASH IT DOWN WITH A DUNKIN DONUTS COFFEE, and they wouldnt do anything to me. Why? Because I don't listen to the cops.
mc pain, bringeth the funk, bringeth the karma, rouse rabble in all ye fair homes, dareth not to sip enemy latte if have ye not balls