I Don't Want No Stinkin' Tea!
My kingdom for a cuppa coffee

I recently attended a political candidates meet & greet. All the Caveman wants is a lousy cup of coffee (and a doughnut or two... or five.)

Well, at least the Obama Gestapo (aka: the IRS) will have trouble identifying me.


And what's up with the fire extinguisher right there? Is it hot in here, or is it just me?