JHR and I spent the morning throwing coffee into the pool from the third floor – it’s a great waste of Styrofoam cups, but how Mike makes it it’s utterly undrinkable. Great splashes though.
When Mike came back, he thought we had drank all of the coffee…until he heard the lady from the first floor screaming about the mess in the pool… I think JHR nailed her (white) cat with dark roast.
After Mike cussed JHR and I (mostly JHR) out, we all left discretely before Miss Gonzales called the cops.