I got this can a month or two ago when I went to go hear some jazz at an old club north of downtown that's near the Vietnamese neighborhood:
I love the translation on the back:
It seems like one of those Asian-English things where Asian people try to write higher-register English in product descriptions or advertisements or whatever and don't have a native speaker check it out (though this is grammatically correct and correctly spelled, of course).
The coffee had something syrup-y sweet mixed into it, too, so there was an oily film on the top of every cup, and it was all I could do to drink it every morning without throwing up.
Monday, June 29, 2009
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I had a friend named Trung Nguyen in the 6th grade in Texas.
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