#julelatte

I'mma keep it fucking real with ya'll, I was kinda down bad for indian chai tea at 3 am last night.

I fucked up.

Here's how you, too, can traumatize your gastrointernal tract.

So, I started by putting two bags of spicy indian chai in a water bottle, filling it with cold water and shaking it too vigorously. Bag exploded, killed my plumbing and put a curse upon the land of my ancestors.

Take two: Less vigorous shaking, more slutty witch brewing potions in the glade. It was, however, fucking disgusting. Cold slop water because the spices had no oil to bind to, and not heat to aid their journey. Like drinking angry firecrackers.

So, I added honey. That didn't work. A sweetener. Nope. Two? Nah.

At this point I was in distress - i could have heated the water first, or just made tea that I know I like. But in a desperate attempt to salvage the spices I found my best Norwegian chocolate milk, AKA Tine sjokolademelk, and filled half a glass. I then topped the glass with my unholy concoction and drank it on cam.

It tastes like something Santa would give you after becoming unemployed, but it does actually slap.