the time is nigh to return karl his wild bean cafe flagon... The reign of the bold & fresh flagon is reigning...
It sits long and hard... Long and hard praise the Lord, long and hard... Yeah the way u like it... Praise the Lord
it is some 7 cubits in volume as reckoned by the old system ... Ample enough to hold $2 sized portions of coffee from 7-11....
The body is cold silver... Dull... With a black embedded lid and a wide swathe or tomato red engirdling its chest... The motto 'bold & fresh' is emblazoned in white over the red sea engirdling the (long and hard) silver pin of the flagon's main ventricrical unit
when placed in the microwave it hisses and spits like an indomitable gypsy woman.... Sparks fly like magical fairies and the smell of burning rubber from red swath o'erpowers the nostrils
when left on the vehicle inadvertantly... The sturdy silver lid with its deepset black inlaid opening device faithfully and strongly stays attached, protecting the contents from spilling when the flagon hits the ground from the resumed motion of the automobile after renewed kinetic activity
when forced into the rectum... Well anyway... More later....
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