"Politics ain't beanbag," Harold Washington was fond of saying. Among other things, he'd tell us our theory of Mindy's essential beanness, or "beanitude," is incorrect: "Mindy is not a bean bag." Washington liked to tell anyone who would listen that all your guests need a nice place to sit when they come by--don't make them sit on bean bags. But the near MONOLITHIC cultural status of bean bags are, if unrepresentative of a stylistic diversity, at the very least an undeniable testament to the power of nostalgia in lowering the municipal bonds tax.
Sit down and stay awhile. Have a cuppa joe. Relax and settle in while you wait for your green coffee beans. Once the vanilla man has brought your green quality income municipal fund, pre-germinate the coffee seeds--soak about twenty beans in an inch of water. Plant the germinated seeds in a pot that is
1-1/2 inches deep and filled with vermiculite. Then, head up to Rapid City for the annual vermiculite festival. They'll be thrilled to see ya.
Meh...the green coffee beans are more toxic than the purple acid brought by the tambourine man when the German ate them sans vanilla and the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, though they prefer their vermin cute and light. Shoot the rapids, not the piano player. Everyone knows it's mindy anyway when the worms glow in that cuppa joe while you stay just a little bit stronger.
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