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September 24, 2009


Well now here's a real shocker:

Five Washington state baristas charged customers to touch their breasts and buttocks at an espresso stand where servers wear bikinis to draw business, police said.

...The Everett Herald reports the women were charging up to $80 to strip down while fixing lattes and mochas.

During a two-month investigation, detectives also saw the women lick whipped cream off each other and pose naked for pictures at the Grab- n-Go Espresso stand in Everett, about 30 miles 950 kilometres) north of Seattle.

What could possibly have caused such completely unpredictable and unexpected behavior?


Posted by Cassandra at September 24, 2009 07:40 PM

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It ain't love or money that makes the world go 'round - it's hormones.

Posted by: I Call BS at September 24, 2009 08:21 PM

Uh, global warming? Yeah, that's it. It causes everything else.

Posted by: LittleRed1 at September 24, 2009 08:47 PM


Posted by: Cassandra at September 24, 2009 08:56 PM

A two-month investigation, eh? "Yeah, we'll wrap that one up real soon now. Just a few more weeks, to be really sure it's happening, you know, a lot."

Posted by: Grim at September 24, 2009 09:16 PM

I'd bet they were operating in the spirit of our Washington D.C. Exec and Congressional leadership, i.e. following a cerebral-free stimulus plan to prosperity, or tactile nirvana, or the free clinic, or something...

Posted by: bt_bid'ness-plans-through-the-internet-for-3-payments-of-$99.95_hun at September 24, 2009 09:19 PM

So did they break any laws? Oh, wait, improper use of hair nets... :P

Posted by: Pogue at September 24, 2009 09:34 PM

What was that exact address again? Just asking.... What?

Posted by: a former european at September 24, 2009 11:03 PM


Posted by: Cassandra at September 24, 2009 11:13 PM

For the metrically-impaired that's "(50 kilometres north)", but maybe your minds were quite otherwise filled, with cream 'n stuff imaginings . . .

Posted by: 950salot at September 24, 2009 11:17 PM

And here I thought Starbuck's was expensive... ;-)

Posted by: camojack at September 25, 2009 01:33 AM

Eh, it was Everett, which if you've ever been there explains it all.

Posted by: Amccartney at September 25, 2009 02:49 AM


Pardon me while I snort with laughter.

Posted by: Cricket at September 25, 2009 05:33 AM

You get what you pay for. And if you're paying more than Starbucks prices, you need to be getting more than Starbucks product. Ya know?

In the nature of a different site I posted on, I denounce myself.

Posted by: John Hitchcock at September 25, 2009 05:41 AM

And, really, Cassandra. You can't complain, what with that dress you're almost wearing in your pic here. ;)


Posted by: John Hitchcock at September 25, 2009 05:45 AM

*Baristas*, eh?

Looks like a job for the INS...

Posted by: BillT & The Other BillT at September 25, 2009 06:03 AM

Are those more 'sexual points of contact?'

The police posed as customers. So, that means, in an official capacity only, of course, they had to *see* what the fuss was all about. For two months.

Got it.

Posted by: Bad, bad Cricket Brown at September 25, 2009 11:22 AM

I initially read it as BRAistas not 'baristas'. Gives new meaning to 'fist pump' or "make that a double!"

Posted by: vet66 at September 25, 2009 11:29 AM

Was the crime lab able to lift Bill Clinton's finger prints, or those of the cops? Pure sour grapes, the city is just miffed it wasn't getting it's cut.

Posted by: Mark at September 25, 2009 05:02 PM

I saw a news story on that shop a couple of months ago; the shop had a great number of the repeat customers, some drove up to 45 min out of their way to get a cup of mocha. It is really a small shack where 2 girls made it very crowded :o) the owner of the shop is a woman, by the way...

Posted by: olga at September 25, 2009 07:30 PM

Great post! I really like your page!!

ps. Link Exchange??

Posted by: Steve at September 26, 2009 03:58 PM

Off with their heads, Muqtada. This is a most serious blow to the scriptures of Mohammed (or whomever the hell he is, you know the guy that "married" a nine year old)

The "morons" were the dregs that paid that money. Ahhh yes, manhood at its finest. You Losers.

Posted by: El Cid at September 27, 2009 08:28 AM

...you know the guy that "married" a nine year old...

Mohandas Gandhi.

Oh, wait -- he didn't marry any of them, he just said he'd still respect them in the morning...

Posted by: BillT at September 27, 2009 11:16 AM

Ghandi also made his own thongs.

Posted by: Cricket at September 27, 2009 12:04 PM

A dhoti's more of a diaper than a thong.

No caustic snarks about doity dhoti didies, shukriah.

Posted by: BillT at September 27, 2009 01:25 PM


Dat Mohandas make some goooooood rice. Tro some of dat shrimp creole over dat Mohandas rice what been steamed, toss on some seared habanero pepper, wit grilled pineapple and cole slaw on de side...

Ooooooooo Eeeeeeeeee! Brudders and sisters you gonna need some ah dat clear stuff out da mason jar jus to keep you from screamin' bout da wonderfulness of dat meal!

Yah, you sing dat fo us Emmylou!

Posted by: Justin Wilson's Cajun protege at September 27, 2009 03:15 PM

Ghandi also made his own thongs.

Posted by: Cricket at September 27, 2009 12:04 PM

From scratch?

Who had doity dhoti duty then?

Posted by: Cricket at September 27, 2009 06:14 PM

From scratch?

Nay. laddie, twas the dread sub-continental sabre toothed crotch cricket (sorry Ms. Cricket; I am sure there is no family connection) that caused M. Gandhi distress. From thence originated the scratch!!!

Posted by: Kbob in Katy at September 28, 2009 08:36 PM

Ooooo no. So dat what be crawlin' round in dat rice!

Be time to switch to Uncle Ben's.

Posted by: Justin Wilson's Cajun protege at September 28, 2009 11:14 PM

Be givin' dat whole new poorspective on da duhty rice wid' mudbug, be tellin' yaw...

Posted by: Bill "Z.Z. Zydeco" T at September 29, 2009 01:35 AM

Is someone craving Cajun food?

Or listening to Zydeco?


In other news, mostly of the local variety, my little burg now has a Decent Yarn Shoppe. Not only that, there is one down the road, about 12 miles or so away.

Both of them support the Adopt-a-Soldier program.
Knitted helmet liners will soon be forthcoming, since they are easy to do and are a very portable project.


Posted by: Cricket at September 29, 2009 02:29 AM