I just ordered more popcorn on Amazon .

Man, I had to step from behind the Publix counter one more time.Left some lady cussing me out ‘cause her expired eggs weren’t “fresh enough” and walked straight into this. So now we swapping lunch orders and coffee preferences? Alright, detective. I usually get the Dave’s Triple when I’m feeling dangerous, and I damn near always get a Frosty. As for my coffee? I take mine black too… but I like a little sugar in it, ‘cause unlike you I ain’t bitter 24/7. You out here enjoying your Spicy Chicken Sandwich, sipping that plain black coffee, talking about the “great Leadership in the FREE STATE of FLORIDA.” Boy, you sound like a paid commercial. I swear, the way you talk about these politicians you’d think we went from the Gracchi brothers straight to Nero and somehow everybody still winning. See, that’s where we different. You celebrating the suits in Tallahassee like they saints. I’m watching what’s actually happening — rich boosters turning high school football into their own private country club with SB 538. But hey, as long as your Dave’s Double tastes good, everything must be perfect in paradise, right? You can keep enjoying your cheese-less sandwich in peace. I’ll keep saying what needs saying even if it keeps putting your ass to sleep. Noimsayin?

I usually get a Dave's Double without Cheese, and a Spicy Chicken Sandwich when I go to Wendy's. How do you drink your coffee? I like mine black with no sugar.  I also enjoy my food and drink knowing the great Leadership in the FREE STATE of FLORIDA, that will do the right thing for the young men and women who compete in high school sports! 

Boy, you funny as hell. A warning to the makers of Melatonin? Hell, they should be sending me a thank-you card and a case of pills. I got grown men out here admitting my posts knock ‘em out colder than grandma’s cough syrup. That’s a public service, detective. I might start charging by the paragraph. And now you counting my words like a jealous ex counting my phone minutes? 30,000 words? Man, if I was writing that much I’d be on my third divorce and my fourth stripper by now. I just type what needs saying. Speaking of Wendy’s… yeah, after my shift I do swing by sometimes. I get me a Dave’s Double and a big ol’ Frosty — extra chocolate, just like Neutral Observer used to love. That man would put away a Frosty like it was his full-time job. Every time I take that first spoonful I think about him and shake my head. At least the Frosty tastes better than most of your arguments. But while you busy cracking weak jokes and handing out sleep-aid trophies, SB 538 still doing exactly what I said: letting rich boosters turn high school football into their personal country club. You can keep laughing, but that ain’t changing the scoreboard, son. Now go ahead and hit the lever. Flush another one down the bowl. I’ll be right here with my coffee, my betting slip, and another wild Publix story. Keep sleeping on the truth — clearly it’s working wonders for you.