This post is virtually pointless and reading it will only afford you 2 things:
1. Wasted time that you can never get back.
2. An increased notion that tea has taken over my brain.
You have been warned....
I love tea so much I would die for it only.... I don't really think that dying for tea is exactly the most noble of causes. So therefore I would only ALMOST die for it.
Though in actualy fact, I would die if I didn't get any tea... so tis partially true, I think.
You love me, you love my tea. Wow, that rhymes. Theres no two ways about it. You throw out my tea, I go running after it, and depending on where you put it (just the bin, or in a landfill site), you may never see me again for the rubbish that covers me.
Tea withdrawal effects are real, theres no doubt about it. The sufferer will moan 'tea' constantly and go out to buy it in rain, wind, sleet snow and tornados (though in this case, you have to tie yourself to the kitchen before going out to buy it, so that even if you get blown away, you're able to make it back to somewhere you can brew a cup of tea).
If I am stuck to a chair and moaning 'tea' with puppy dog eyes, you had better go make me tea, and fast, or else I will hold it against you for all of the time you refuse (and people don't refuse for long, may I say - people don't dare refuse).
I LOVE TEA!
