As Dart girl looked at the menu, probably wondering about which /t/ had pomegranate in it, I sat contently. You know, there are many strange and unanswered happenings in life. I mean, a 4-some with 3 girls, that's pretty unique. Or, for another example, the Cleveland Cavaliers ever being good at basketball again. Neither of those, though, can usurp the power that is experiencing THE PAO. I ordered that shit as if it were my last beverage, because that's the way it should fucking be. Noticing I had missed it, Dart girl ordered the honey... I shed a single tear of joy.Now, when it comes to /t/ reviewing, especially in terms of manliness, it always struck me as if there are 3 categories: those who were taught, those who were ordained, and those who drink Lipton. I bring this up because I wanted to see the difference between someone who does reviews (say, through personality #2) and someone who drinks /t/ randomly for no reason other than taste and caffeine. I asked Dart girl to explain to me the smells, the flavors, the enlightenment that is THE PAO. Rather than note the distinct blend of cedar wood, malt, honey and nuts- she said, "It tastes like tea". I am disappoint, Dart girl.
But all hope was not lost! I spotted a second /t/ we could drink: "