Irish Cream Latte

Harold: …then we’ll go once you’ve finished your coffee, James Joyce.
Meg: What did you just call me?
Harold: James Joyce. Because of your Irish cream latte.
Meg: Oh, thank goodness! I thought you meant because I write long and annoying stream-of-consciousness ramblings.

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