Fog and Gas

 When is the best time to grab a Fog? Any time is Fog time.

Yes folks, even after spending $200 with a friend with the goal of looking spiffy for my escapade to Europe later in the month (#humblebrag), what's 6$ more to fog it up? The coffee shop also had a bathroom which was an added bonus. 

This fog was a very straightforward creation: a no-nonsense, fine standard fog. Now, normally I'm a huge fan of basic standard items but sometimes you need some wow... and none came. Maybe it was a me problem, maybe it wasn't the Fog's fault, maybe I was just tired and/or reeling from spending $90 on a shirt. Hard to say. 

But. The Fog was fine. It did its job. Just like the shirt - it'll make me hot. 

6/10 Fog. 

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