Only Harry will immediately get this.

My little inmates I have a horrible story to tell you. Its is a story of pain , of anguish, and of a certain lack of a certain liquid. Yes my little inmates this is truly a story of sorrow of which I do not recomend to the faint of heart. It all started a week ago on my trip to Dollar General. I had to go and pick up some chicken broth and a Sprite for my stepfather so he'd have something he could eat after his neck surgery. My mother gave me permission to get myself something to drink and I decided I would have an Arizona green tea with ginseng and honey, (mainly because I had a horrid headache.) The store didnt have it so I went to the surrounding gas stations. Five gas stations latter I decided "Fine if this last gas station doesnt have it I'll just get a Peace Tea green tea. So I arrive to the sixth gas station to not only find out they dont have it, but I couldn't get anything else because they didn't accept EBT. So I drove home screaming at myself about how I couldn't have my tea, (With a Brittish accent cause why not.) Somehow that slightly relieved my headache and allowed me to see the humor in it. So I got home, gave my mom the food and card back, and quickly ran up stairs. I then proceeded to call my bro Harry and ranted madly at a poor man over 500 miles away about this situation, (Which would more than likely have not had happened if I would have went to the Walmart two miles away from the Dollar General I first went to.) He laughed at my pain and made me vow I would tell him when I got my tea. My little inmates I am proud to say that day is today!

That is all, you may carry on.