#coffee_dad

That was worse than a fever dream dude

I uh. I've been drinking rebulls. No better time to wax poetic about a depressed alcoholic ice cream man who raids his absent daughter's music collection, not realizing it's old and outdated, to only select the album that made me hate the Black Eyed Peas, assuming (likely incorrectly) he will get children to buy ice cream.

maybe I can just like continue on the story about how his wife died or I dunno go all coffee_dad with it and be like "ice cream is great let's have ice cream buy ice cream kids my daughter's a crack whore I shoulda stopped her ice cream is at a discount today"

He spouts out like five hundred tweets about coffee for a few weeks, and then posts one ambiguous thing about his deceased son, nearly throwing off the ridiculous atmosphere that he's been building with his Twitter.