i would, i tell ya. pay me in whip hits.
why do i love starbucks? i really don't get it myself, but i do. i love the smell. i love the scones. i love the coffee. i love the venti black shakened ice tea with four splendas and extra ice. i love it all, but what i really love is the whipped cream. that stuff is magical. i covet the snazzy, silver, pressurized canister filled with fluffy love. that stuff is proof God loves us.
i hope there is a starbucks in heaven.