Originally posted by PocketKingsOh, you want the whole confessional, do you? About how, when I get all steamed up, you can hear me shout? Just so you can tip me over and pour me out? What am I, your tabloid whore? Well I am not. I am a little teapot! And in a coffee kind of nation like the US, that takes spunk.
How can you ask a question to that? And why did you stop? don't you know the rest?
Originally posted by mysweetbabyOh very nice. You got some weak tea and you think it's the teapot's fault? My job is to hold your tea and retain the heat. If you buy cheap stuff, dried shavings from the tea plant rather than actual leaves, or that horrible powdered fake-jasmine tea, that's my fault? Sheesh.
ARE YOU WEAK,😏