The Bloody Doors Off

I’ve got a Keurig. It’s red. One step up from the base model, and that’s okay by me. On sale, even better.

I won’t rant about the bitch of a time I had to get it home from Dufferin Mall in the rain. Had no control over the traffic. I will ask, why the hell there was that amount of traffic. But it’s Toronto, there’s your answer.

It’s a tasty brew, this machine.