Coffee ... The simply mention of the word to my ears up until a few years ago brought forth visions of old grey hairs gossiping about the going-ons around town and their very bad stinky breath and constantly shaking hands. I knew in my less than 30 years of wisdom that coffee was the culprit for turning such nice people into this clan of Joe junkies.
Now after my introduction into the underworld of Java through my local church, I am now a beleiver and just cannot start some mornings, like today, without gulping down a good ol' cup of Joe mind you still heavily sedated with sugar and milk. Now my breath stinks of bitter coffee beans and my arms shake but I am awake and functioning, somewhat.
Coffee, How I love thee ... but still not as much as the Earl of Grey.
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I love this little thought on coffee Cory. It is quite witty, and brings a smile to my face.
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