...die hard.
But really. I don't know when this habit of mine started, but I know I did it back in high school when I would get Caribou before early Saturday morning rehearsals. Maybe I started it because I would get bored sitting and watching the same numbers over and over every day and tearing apart a paper cup gave me something to do. But I still do it. No matter how hard I try to stop. So here is my latest victim from a night at Punch Pizza with MoMo.
Poor cup didn't even stand a chance.
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