WARNING: This tea is like so evil, that you would say it was E-VEEL, like it's the FRU-ETS of the DEV-EEL. E-VEEL. It contains an addictive chemical, added by The Colonel with his wee beady eyes and that smug look on his face, that makes ya crave it fortnightly, smartass! May cause cranial enlargement much like an orange on a toothpick, a virtual planetoid, or like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts. Other possible side effects include crying yourself to sleep on your huge pillow.
This tea contains a high level of caffeine | Steep at 212° for 3 minutes.
Harriet. Harry-ette. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed? 'He wants you back,' he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.