It’s 5 am Somewhere
Look, I don’t care what the clock says, I’m ready for a drink. How’s about firing up that French press and pouring me a hot one?
Yes, I know it’s 11 p.m. I can read a clock, thank you. But it’s 5 a.m. somewhere, amiright?! Oh, I get it. You think I have a problem.
OK, so maybe I have a few cups every now and then. But it’s not like I’m drinking it at dinner. I just have a cup or two at work. And maybe a couple after work. And then four or five before bed. Honestly, I could stop at any time.
But seriously, how’s it coming with that French press?