PUMPKIN SEASON
some people like it most do not I drink mine blended . with wiped cream drizzle and an extra shot .the cars are lined up two by two .because it is the start of pumpkin season at seven brew. the lines will be long all that day because pumpkin lovers can not wait to get their favorite drinks .you can hear them grip you can here them moan. as they are waiting. as the line moves rely rely slow . at 730am I am 4 cars back I'm starting to sweat and get pains in my back .at 740 I'm 3 spots away oh my god I can not Waite. I'm getting a headache and starting to shake .I look at the clock its a quarter to eight oh hell ya I am moving again .now I am wiping the drool off my chin .its finally my turn I get to the window and order my drink I am starting to tingle from my head to my feet . blended pumpkin blondie with drizzle and wiped cream and don't forget the extra shot i almost screamed . I paid the girl and she Brung me my drink I slammed in the straw and took a big drink. I drank and I drank until it was gone. I opened my mouth but could not scream .got out of my car and dropped to my knees looked to the heavens and died from brain freeze that's the forth one today the manager screamed .so pumpkin lovers no need to thank me but i must say they have pumpkin drinks here now every day .yes every day at the brew of seven you can get pumpkin drinks just like me here in heaven . HAPPY PUMPKIN SEASON . COPYRIGHT 2025. GLEN PUGH
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