A blonde walks into Starbucks and try peel-and-win game.

A blonde walks into Starbucks one morning and orders a coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

She receives her breakfast sandwich from the Barista, finds a table, and sits down to eat.
While she’s eating her breakfast she notices that there is a peel-and-win game piece on the side of her coffee cup.

She pulls the game piece off, reads it, and immediately starts screaming and shouting “OH my god – I won a motor home! I won a motor home!” at the top of her lungs.
The manager hears her and yells over to her “Ma’am – you need to calm down!”
The blonde calls back (still screaming and dancing) “But I won a motor home! I won a motor home!”

The manager responds “But ma’am, that’s not even one of the prizes!”
“oh yes it is – it says so right here!”
The manager takes the sticker and reads it. It says:
“WIN A BAGEL”

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