Monday, October 5, 2009

Training Day

Oh grand and glorious training day! How I've looked forward to you for so long. Dwindling away on nights I am! 'Tis most foul. My soul cries and laments over my lost days! Weep I say! Weep! Though the night 'tis quite dark, I find that I may not traverse it alone. I am not alone, for I have Shane to keep me company.

I digress most egregiously. 'Tis training day as I hath said before. This brave warrior shall don her armor of Dunkin's splendor. Standing radiantly before the statue of my Creamer Gods. I will say a minor prayer before showing my young acolyte the ways of the Dunkin craft. These words echo forth upon the night time wind:

Ye shall know how to take it.
Ye shall know how to make it.
Ye shall know how to ring it.
Ye shall know how to greet it and send it forth.
Ye shall know the what 'tis right.
Ye shall know what 'tis wrong.
For if thou dost forgeteth; thy job shall be terminated.


These are the says of the wise ones.
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  1. Roving JackOctober 5, 2009 at 10:39 PM

    Parade forth in the glorious vestments of pink and orange.

    The fragrance of coffe burned as incense fills the temple to inform all that this is a sacred space.

    I sing to the glory of the Dilly dally, and the harmony of the Loligagging shal be sung back.

    Praise be the dunkin's for it's victuals create your day.

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