Cuppy stormed into the apartment tonight cursing like a two dollar sailor.
When I asked him what was wrong, he started muttering about how he can’t stand the new rock star creative freelancer his agency brought in from Germany. Apparently the guy is so eccentric he demands to be paid daily in Czechoslovakian rubles. And he wears purple Crocs. With striped finger-toe socks.
From what I gathered from Cuppy’s rant, the guy’s name is Hanz and he’s this uber-euro Solo cup.(1) It seems most people think the guy is somewhat of a douche, but apparently his flip cup and beer pong skills are unrivaled. He’s been called Hasselhoffian, thus the ladies at the agency are all over him like a James Chu shoe sale.
I think the real reason Cuppy is all chaffed is because of Cassie. She’s this sassy lil’ Starbucks Tumbler Cuppy’s been fawning over like a little lamb. They’ve talked a bunch since Cuppy started working there, but since Hanz’s arrival, she suddenly can’t remember his name. Remarkably, she’s quite aware that Cuppy makes less than the plastic tray that sits by the register at the company coffee shop begging for pennies.
Dra.Ma.
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(1) Get it? Hanz Solo. Classic.
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