one time i had a dream that it was old homies' week and so many people from my old posse were stopping by for a spot of tea that i ran out of earl grey.
bubbles, my pet fish, provided me with some counterfeit, black market, tea from india as a substitute. he told me that it was "early gray" and just like the real thing. but people could tell the difference because it wasn't as good.
it was so embarassing that i blushed.
bubbles said that he gave props to my krew for knowing the difference. he said that they had very distinguished palates.
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