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when the staff team is poggers
i wish we could be like the breakfast cafe staff team
It's only one of her. She's hot! All the guys type, none of the girls like. Hood girl but Hollywood. Smart but has a tendency to hustle. Sometimes shy, cool, funny, and will brighten up a dark room!
She's hot I almost thought it was Flame Cafe.
When an individual who sets up shop at a sit-down coffee house and doesn't have the good graces to step out after they are finished with their drinks. Especially in busy coffee shops like Starbucks.
Jane: Oh my god! I've been looking for a table for our meeting for 10 minutes!
John: I was here earlier and those same people are at that table!
Jane: Ugh, what cafe hogs!
An orange barnyard that claims to call themselves a "cafe" but in reality, has the greasiest pizza with an inch thick layer of cheese. When you try to pour Soda from the dispenser, water usually just comes out. You have to always scan your card twice because the workers can never keep up. And you always accidentally throw away a utensil in the garbage can.
"Should we go to campus or marolt cafe?"
"Marolt is ass dude"
Looking for the old chat room? Search for the group on facebook
Ness: remember Coffin Cafe?
Apryl: I miss it...
Los Angles Cafe is a Group on roblox and Discord! It contains a variety of people. The Holder of the Group is Nikita, to see about him say !urban Nikita.
LAC Worker: Hello, do you want some drinks?
Customer: Yes, I'll have a green tea!
LAC Worker: Here you go. Anything else?
Customer: No thanks!
LAC Worker: Make sure to come on down to Los Angeles Cafe for food!
Cafe Zorva is an Indian den of iniquity located in the lands of Sorvagur Faroe Islands, that fronts as a benign cafe, but is in reality a mongrel fueled, sinister child trafficking network, where unsuspecting prey are lured in by the premise of curry and pizza, to then be knocked unconscious with a cricket bat upon stepping foot in the facility, awakening fettered to a wall, where they are then spoon fed gruel and sent to Romania, becoming Andrew Tates promiscuous little plaything until being freed and smuggled out of the country as a reward for engaging in bouts of woe stricken, hedonistic indentured servitude of homo erotic debauchery, including years of pleasing darkling fiends.
All of this was evinced back in April 2024, when a brave, yet ambiguous lad stumbled unawares with two of his compatriots to this cafe, and after espying the cafe flying an Indian and Faroese flag, followed by envisaging a bald brown man leering at them from the window, while peculiarly rubbing a handkerchief, fled, driving away from facility and to Magn Miðvágur, where a delectable sausage was enjoyed. After this anonymous witness reported his findings, many others, emboldened by the lads bravery, began outlining their similarly peculiar and often traumatic experiences, further cementing the fact that this hollowed out coven of sin is an incorrigible abode of ill repute.
I was going to brutally maul, kill, set alight and rape John, but I sent him to Cafe Zorva instead. Rajesh and his cronies will do much worse to him than I ever could. That'll teach the cunt.
You think that my phallus stretched and hurt that gaping mouth of yours too much? Just wait till Cafe Zorva's staff bring out the whips and rulers, then you'll know what true agony feels like.