Like Water For Latte

I only go into Caribou when I see that Aaron is working. For some reason, Aaron makes my soy lattes taste fantastic. I've had lattes from other people, but they taste so bitter and the foam isn't as foamy as the ones he makes. The reason that his drinks come out so great is because he makes it with feelings of happiness and eagerness. I believe that our souls leave an imprint on everything that we touch. It's what connects all of us to the world and someone with a bitter soul can make a bitter latte. Blargh. Who wants that?

I'd love to test this theory on a church bake sale. Lately I've been feeling extremely randy and I would like to imbue some rice krispie squares with my spiritual sexual energy. I haven't been sexual in a long time, so you can imagine how much I've been storing up. It flows through me with a desparate longing and a primal hunger that can only be satiated by someone with a similar torrid passion. People buy my rice krispies squares and they bite into them, but they're really biting into my wanting flesh... my tender yearning. As they become nourished by my fervent desire, they begin to feel a familiar swelling in their nether regions. Then the fun begins!

Whew, ok I'm going to fan myself off and take a cold shower. I'll leave the rest of the imagining up to you. Happy endings!