Today, I ordered a small custom Papa John’s Pizza, with two drinks, a twenty ounce Mr. Pibb, and a Sprite. The late breakfast, early lunch was pretty good, though, I think I ‘et up too much. A stupor, an overstuffed stupor, I laid in, eyes wandering, listless, lamenting the remainder of my pitiful short summer. It was then I spied the empty 20 ounce bottles having an incestuous affair atop the worn finish of the coffee table. Naturally, they were capless; eyes pulled to attention, I spied the little dot matrix scrawlings of a code on the inside of the Mr. Pibb cap. It piqued my interest, so I sighed and sat up, holding back my urge to retch, and decided that there was nothing better to do at the moment than to get my cash’s worth out of the drinks; hissing out a "Why not?" on the way to the site. Disappointingly, the caps only had a total of six points, I was hoping for more. So, I searched halfheatedly for the best pointage for my cashage; no answers at all. At last, I turned here….

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