You better all fucking reblog this.
people like this are just sick.
I am a coffee lover, and of course, only having a few types of coffee (frappe, regular, iced, and store cappuccino’s) I realized I wanted to do something different. I have always wanted a real, Frothy, Cafe Cappuccino. So during school, I did extensive reasearch, and finally I found the recipe for a home-made Cappuccino.
a cup of warmed milk (whatever milk you use)
However much sugar you want
If you want flavoring
And a small amount of strong coffee STRONG
Warm the milk, for about a minute and a half, and put the sugar and flavoring into the blender. Pour the warm/ almost hot, steamy cup of milk in, and blend it until it becomes frothy, like the foam from an alkeseltzer. (It should take a minute or two.) Now you have a flavored mix of frothy hot milk froth stuff. Your coffee should be hot, and STRONG! Like your boyfriend. Now go and find that delicate looking tea-cup that you have that looks just like your mothers, and pour a little under half a cup into it, like 1/3 actually. Now give your milk another quick spurt of blend, just to keep everything together and blended like the american culture. Take the milk and give the bottom of the container a quick thump, to make the bubbles rise to the top like an NBA-All Star. Pour some milk in and the froth will take a second to come out, because it’s shy. Now that it’s in your cup, walk carefully to wherever you want to enjoy it. Proceed to throw it on the round because You aren’t apart of the system. Then go out and set fire to your neighbors house because they complain of your violent ways.
I ordered a crinoline (an undergarnment to make older timed dresses have the poof at the bottom() and the UPS guy drove up, went to my neighbord driveway, came out, pulled up to my drive, looked at the address and drove off. I do not have enough middle fingers to express how disappointed I am.
When I was little I was raised with three brothers, two older, one younger. I didn’t realize I believed in women’s rights, or that I didn’t like double standards. Being eight-years-old, and at home with my family I would often take my shirt off, because I thought “Hey if my brothers can do it so can I.”
Needless to say my mother would rather let me run around shirtless than argue about how it’s improper for a girl to be shirtless, mainly because I would win.
Hey everyone !
Is there a kind soul out there who wants to help me with a school assignment ? It’s really important ! It’s about homosexual’s rights in America..
You’ll be my hero if you help ! please.. thanks :)
Sure, what do you need help on.
EPIC FAIL….Any Harry Potter fangirl knows that Voldemort a.k.a. Tom Riddle hunted down and killed his grandfather, Father, and uncle, and his mother died and hour after birth.