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| to my ex fam | Started by: saw121997 on Nov 08, '08 20:03 |
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Mmmmmm... Heaven....... |
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| Reply by: Heaven at Nov 09, '08 02:42 | |
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She smirks and stops long enough to shake her head at Heaven. You could only wish to be as heavenly as a mug of fresh brewed dark roast dear. You are on par with a typical house blend. |
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| Reply by: tiggy at Nov 09, '08 02:48 | |
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| I would never give decaf to my ex fam | |
| Reply by: Zoey at Nov 09, '08 02:56 | |
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| *nods in assent* well it looks like this post has gone WAY off topic saw121 it can't be saved now hehe o well i hope your ex familia forgives you *walks of into the setting dusk* | |
| Reply by: bigdaddy183 at Nov 09, '08 03:18 | |
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| i kinda like decaf :s | |
| Reply by: Smaug at Nov 09, '08 05:52 | |
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| Tea shits all over coffee anyway so the whole decaf issue is completely irrelevant. | |
| Reply by: Hugzilla at Nov 09, '08 10:03 | |
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| strides by halfway listening to the man ramble about his "family". She quirks a finely etched brow and silently shakes her head as she continues into a nearby coffee shop | |
| Reply by: Bach at Nov 09, '08 10:44 | |
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She looks at Hugzilla and shakes her head.,/em> You poor, unfortunate tea drinker. Unknowing of the embrace of a freshly brewed cup of caffeinated pleasure so dark and rich, wrapping its scent around your nostrils. It's hot, burning love pouring down your throat. The awakening of your senses.. Oh my beloved coffee.. This reminds me of an ode I once read.. I shall share it with you now. She straightens her dress and with a smile on her face she begins to recite, An Ode to Coffee... Author Unknown. O noble cup of velvet brew! We thank each passing day for you, If not for you our days would be sad, and spent in drinking tea! Thou art the friend of workers free, who have no time for frippery like dainty sips from china cups with buttered scones and silly sops. It's-drink-and-get-to-work with you, as should be with the perfect brew. With sleeves rolled up on muscled arms, no fop can claim to know your charms. no pish-tosh posing, pinkies raised and just for that, the lord be praised! No "Twist of lemon? Sugar? Two?" You are a self-respecting brew! From roasted beans you are conceived, not fragile, shriveled up old leaves the difference is for all to see, there is no robustness in tea! To Chamomile, the odes they sing, Lapsang Souchong and Darjeeling, Earl grey, Assam and what have you, I'll stick to my caffeine, thank you! They call it 'liquid gold' sometimes for ignorance is not a crime Forgive them! For they know not what, they miss, reaching for a tea pot. What philistines they are who say, that the cup that cheers is full of tea. Tea, that so insipid broth! that does not banish venal sloth. Tea does not bubble busily but steeps for all eternity, And when it's done what do you get? Flavoured water, lukewarm yet! The scent of coffee reaches out, it's tendrils from the bubbling spout And wafts through home and hearth to bring warmth, and make the taste-buds sing O font of joy! O blessed bean! O catalyst to dopamine! No day shall pass when I shall not, gaze fondly at that bubbling pot. I pour myself a mug of you, O coffee, truly wondrous brew! Tea cannot stand up next to thee, O steaming mug of black coffee! |
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| Reply by: tiggy at Nov 09, '08 12:31 | |
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