inatimate

Keurig I love you

I have a very personal relationship with my Keurig. His name’s Kevin he’s a chill ass stoner who makes a killer cup of Joe. Dude’s cool and has a cup ready for me asap in the morning. Kevin you’re awesome bro and I love you man. 

My mom walked into the kitchen just in time to see me rocking out and mouthing High Enough into a lint brush. I’m less embarrassed and more surprised it took 23 years for her to walk in on me singing into an inatimate object