Podcast 9: Winter Is Coming (and so is Teavana)

Podcast 9: Winter Is Coming (and so is Teavana)

What: Rooibos Peach Bloom (Teavana)
How much: No idea but probably as much as your gold teeth. Could not find this shit on their wobsite to save our lives. Probably renamed it and sell it as something else.
What kind: Rooibos - Peach
Taste: Like peach faygo tea
Repeat Drinkability: 7/10 (rating to be re-enacted below)

DukeOEarl: Who loves peach soda?
Tea_Pain: Tea_Pain loves peach soda.
DukeOEarl: Is it true?
Tea_Pain: MMHMMMMM. I do I doIdoIdoIdo-oo
 
Manliness: 3/10 (Air-humping a Cosmo magazine turned to a picture of Zac Efron)

One of these days we mean to get a full Teavana sponsorship, but they're probably too cheap to send us a healthy sampling of their teas.

To Teavana and Back

As we all know, Teavana is a great example of the generic "Sales 101" scenario.  "You like a product? Well here's one that's twice as good because it costs twice as much!" or "Do you need any accessories for that hobby associated with our store? Because we have twice as many expensive models of the thing you need for sale."  I know... I can tell everything in Teavana must be amazing because of the price.  I mean, let's go DEEPER and theoretically show that, because their /t/ is so expensive, it must be so high in demand that people were lining up out the door.  I present you with the line I saw stopping traffic and averting those too weak to stand in line for months to get their Monkey-Picked Oolong (which I'm still convinced is afflicted with meh-itis)...

...or not... 

Dragon Ball /T/

Gosh golly Vegas was fun. Super unproductive, but fun. Unfortunately, the night we got back, I was kept awake by a pair of rabbits fucking their brains out. We'll call them Zea_Pain and Fart Girl so their identities are safe. I mean these rabbits were just screaming and humping so loud that I thought the Jungle Book 2 was being filmed in the next room. The next morning, I decided to get back at them for keeping me up late, so I turned on this "music" in my room (to volume 11), locked my door from the outside, and left my apartment. Needless to say, they got about an hour of ear-destroying, loud dubstep for an hour before my computer went to sleep, and I probably won't have to hear those fake orgasms at 2 am anymore.