I have to tell you something.
You know when you’re at the store/office/movies/church and there’s this fat girl moving her straw around the bottom of her blended iced coffee drink cup like its a pool vacuum sucking up scum lest she miss one single molecule of whipped cream and caramel drizzle?
It’s me. I am that girl.
You can’t make me stop doing that. You would have to pry my domed plastic cup from my cold, dead hands before I would stop. Plus, there’s probably some physiological thing that happens if you die while sucking on something that makes it so you can stop sucking even in death.
I know for a fact that I’m never googling THAT.
SO, anyway, I will slurp the end of my frappé. If its iced coffee, I will suck on each ice cube to ensure maximum whipped cream input.
And yes, I know that the frappé is the one from McDonald’s. it’s good, yo!