Sometimes you need the jolt of caffeine to get your mind crankin’. Sometimes you need to loosen the tongue and release the inhibitions. I do it a little different than most. To work up the courage I chug my Fair Trade Costa Rican and then jump up on the girl I’ve zeroed in on and overwhelm her with manic, spastic ENERGY. Then when it’s time to really sell the client on the upgrade, boy, I take a coupla three shots of grain alcohol.
And, that, my friends, is why I’m so successfully running this blog in my mother’s basement.