Perfect fucking angel Billy Green‘s #popsicleweek is upon us– and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Chicago has gone from “lousy smarch weather” to “swamp-ass bowels of hell” overnight. We’re hot. We’re sweaty. And all this heat is making us sleepy. In desperate need of coffee (but tired of that bougie cold brew), we poured our Chemex into popsicle molds and this happened.
It’s your morning caffeine hit in a fucking paleta. You’re. Welcome.
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