Out with the concentrate in with the fresh squeezed!

I apologize for the lack of updates to the Cup-O-Juice but there were some delivery problems. Not to fret, all has been taken care of...a week and a half ago the concentrate aisle of the market was removed and a new fresh squeezed section was brought in.

Why rid yourself of the concentrate you ask? Well, to put it nicely, the concentrate sucked and took far to long to get things done. I mean why take the time to thaw out your juice when you could have it much quicker with the fresh squeezed. Unfortunately, that leaves me to be picking up the mess from the concentrate aisle and its a huge mess. I haven't done a single thing of my own at work since we got rid of the concentrate.

As for the fresh squeezed, its working out spot on so far, providing laughs and a few good memories since we come from the same crop (LETS GO TERPS!). I think that will do for no...suckas.

Way too much pulp

New York City is a dog lovers city, I mean who doesn't want a little friend around all the time, right? Let's take into consideration my neighborhood, the Upper East Side. My bank has doggy treats and water bowls. There's a restaurant across the street from me that has a big sink for dogs and pushes for customers to eat with their pooches outside! This is all fine and good until you get to the bad part...lots of dog pulp (poop). I go running every night (mostly), and it has become more of an obstacle course than a run. You have to look down to avoid walking right through the pulp and you have to avoid being chased by someones dog as they are walking them (MAKING MORE PULP!) Does anyone pick it up!? I DONT THINK SO!!! Maybe one day I should go and make pulp on their street and see if they like it! Until then, I guess I just have to check my shoes everytime I go home so I don't track pulp in the house.

Rotten Juice

That was a rotten weekend. Someone needs to check the expiration date on the Juice before they pour next time. It started with the young lady next to me at Proof puking on the floor between us. When pointed out to her friends they just sat there and laughed until her boyfriend came back and dragged her ass out of the bar. After that things just never got better, the Yankees got spanked, and the douchebags sitting in front of us came thiiiiiiis close to getting a whoopin. Stupid drunk Mets fans. Call me in 24 championships. Following that lovely night was another spanked Yankees game and the end of the season. And just to cap it off...its Columbus Day...and I'm not at home sleeping. Douchebags.

Welcome to the first pour!

Hi everyone! Just in case you don't know, and none of you would my co-worker Jimmy "Milk-Bone" Reeves, gave me the nickname Juice...and this is my blog! So welcome, sit back, and grab a cup-o-juice!