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I thought it would be easy coming up with one pithy, meaningful, really awesomely cool sentence each day, but the more I think about it the more I realize there’s rarely a complete thought, much less a full sentence in my head—right now there’s just a single word, “mango”... oh, wait, now the word is “coffee”—but neither of those words, nice on their own, suggests any inclination to joint other words in a sentence that’s worth the pixels it takes up on your screen.
Honky-tonk music at loud volume and four cups of coffee may not meet the government’s nutritional guidelines, but it sure hit the spot today.
One of my office manager’s coffee cups delivers the following advice: “If it rings, put it on hold; if it clanks, call the repairman; if it whistles, ignore it; if it’s a friend, take a break; if it’s a boss, look busy; if it talks, take notes; if it’s handwritten, type it; if it’s typed, copy it; if it’s copied, file it; if it’s Friday, forget it,” her other cup simply inspires with the words, “My lawyer can beat up your lawyer.”
If it is a crime to take 15 minutes of time for myself to drink a cup of coffee and read Scrine, then I am a criminal.
If Bayer can make aspirin with caffiene, how come Starbucks can’t make coffee with aspirin?
coffee, aspirin, Rolaids—oh shit, I have become my father.
Every day without fail, Joe greeted the waitress at the diner, “I wouldn’t actually kill for a cup of coffee, but only because I’m too tired to pull the trigger.”
For two long days and nights the ragged, tired and depressed man stumbled along, coffeeless.
You’re lucky, there’s nothing wrong with you today that can’t be cured by a strong cup of coffee and an attitude adjustment.
Right this moment Chaos is kicking Order’s butt in an epic battle that began when Order brazenly (and likely foolishly) declared her intention to conquer Chaos and ride away victorious on Saturday morning.
Bob knew that the energetic, optimistic feeling he felt while drinking his morning coffee was just an illusion, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying those few hope-filled minutes each day.
I just discovered there is a little tiny label on my Internet connection which says: WARNING - Connecting to the ‘net may suck all interest in doing anything at all useful out of you; combining with coffee and a donut in the morning may increase this effect and make you useless all day.
Miss Jane wiped her hands down her skirt as she stepped away from the body, thinking to herself “Well, if you hadn’t got into the damn lift, chatting to your damn friend, holding open the doors and holding us all up, all the while carrying an infernal American-chain-we-don’t-have-spoons-or-cups takeaway paper recepticle of so-called-coffee, I wouldn’t have had to do that.”
As she moved about and tried to get comfy on the slightly lumpy pillow, she realised that she hadn’t remembered the coffee.
The steam from the strong, black coffee rose up in front of him and, almost like a fade in a movie, his vision blurred and he was re-living the many adventures of the past year.
They want to go to the Children’s Museum; can I get away with ducking immediately into the museum cafe with my book?
As her traveling companion stared blissfully at his reflection in the side mirror, she relaxed her grip on the wheel, thought to herself, I will hurt him badly unless he navigates me to some goddamn pie and coffee already, and cranked up the volume on the extended dance mix of “Master and Servant.”
there i was….laying in bed, i could smell the coffee, and hear the bacon crackling, but i knew immediately that i was going to fall back asleep.
Sleep comes hard, the dreams are crazy and coffee is the breath of life that helps me through each day.
I step out of the office for a quick coffee only to find that time has warped, making a minute seem like a pleasurable hour and making three hours only seem like one.
Boot zoomed around the room, flapping her wings madly, leaping from chair to chair and singing the “I love coffee” song.
I consider my self a pretty good houseguest, but I draw the line at drinking my morning coffee from 6oz teacups.
“It’s Time who’s the culprit,” I told the barista who insisted on apologizing for my luke-warm drink, “not you; Time’s so ruthless it even has to screw with our coffee.”
Minimalist Jones liked jam in the morning
But would only toast one side of his bread,
Then he’d wash it all down, not with coffee or juice,
But a glass of plain water instead.
It was at precisely 6:01 a.m. on a Saturday morning when Henry decided his life needed more direction, which was, coincidentally, also the exact same time that he realized there was no coffee in the house.
Who knows what boot and grud are up to - and more to the point - why does grud have a fork instead of a spoon to stir her coffee…?
Beer or coffee?
I should take a cup of coffee and walk to the back of the property to see the pear blossoms before they drop, past the barn and through the nursery, maybe stopping along the way to see if the killdeer eggs have hatched, knowing I’m almost guaranteed a smile watching the mother and father killdeer limp along ahead of me, pretending they’ve broken their wings.
Kat whistled a tuneless happy melody and even skipped a little in anticipation as she rounded the corner toward the bakery where she would buy a fresh jelly-filled donut and a cup of coffee.
“grbribbbbbrrrkkkrrrrrrrrr” growled the coffee bean grinder, “mmmmmmmmm” purred the boot.
... banana cake, which is followed by…
Mother Hubbard Keith Bubbard
went to the cupboard
her poor doggie a bone himself some caffeine,
she he got there
The cupboard was bare
So the poor little doggie had none Forcing Keith Bubbard to drive to the nearest coffee shack.
The girl at the drive-through coffee booth will call you honey once you’ve visited at least twice.
The young woman dived innocently into her coffee, unwittingly setting hearts a-thunder.
1/3 part kahlua, 1/3 part raw tupelo honey, 1/3 part strong coffee (to chase 10mg of valium with….)
Each morning Fru Fru came here, the coffee was delectable and she marvelled at how those ‘in the know’ had guarded the secret - the barrista milked the tree and shot the bean right before preparing each cup.
“Well, if we all get trapped in this lift I hope you have enough coffee to share around” said the jovial gentleman; to which Boot replied “I have sharp weapons in my bag and if you come near the coffee you’re all going down.”
“Well, if we all get trapped in this lift I hope you have enough coffee to share around” said the jovial gentleman, and Miss Jane slid the long, sharp knife out of her handbag and grinned at the gentlemen as the visions of blood filled her eyes.
Coffee: It’s a pick-me-up, all right, but it cannot pour itself into the mug.
Cap’n Dreadboot was often left flummoxed at the various super-powers of Captain Ponce Villonia, but none-so-much as when she witnessed first-hand his ability to not-ever-need-sleep.
As she passed each chain-everything’s-the-damn-same-store, her anger increased as rapidly as the once loved quirky corner mutated into yet another any-street-any-town, until suddenly Miss Jane and her flamethrower stepped forward, took control and began the burning.
“Pass the obits, please.”
Unlike me, the “Doug” mug is very real.
Oh, excuse me, is my decaying brain showing?
There is no best way to spend the final hour before going to work on a Sunday morning, but sitting outside in the cool air, soaking in warm sun and hot coffee while listening to birds seems as good a way as any.
The french press knew it made better coffee than the drip machine, it just didn’t know why.
Tammy wasn’t quite sure what she’d gotten herself into, but she was damn sure she liked the title.
“Never buy coffee from a ‘grease’ no matter how great your need, they specialise in frying not brewing”
Some days Timmy felt he was nothing but a coffee stain on the white shirt of the universe.
Sometimes reconfiguring the computer network will require a second pot of coffee.
I wear lots of brown clothes, because I am very clumsy with coffee.
Fresh ground coffee beans.
With all his favorite coffee cups dirty, Carl’s only option was to reach into the Third World shelf, hoping for the best.
If I had a cup of coffee for every time I’ve forgotten to set the timer on the automatic coffeemaker, I’d be a happy man.
The empty coffee cup stared back at Wilson with its mocking, unblinking eye.
It probably goes without saying but it is never a good idea to apply for a job on-line until you have your morning coffee - one might think he is applying for a position as an intimate educator - because you may not carefully read all of the necessary requirements and will find yourself quite surprised by the cavity search when you show up for the interview.
It occurs to me that this was not the day to give up coffee cold turkey…
The syllable scheme of the haiku makes a poor sugar substitute.
Give it to me baby, and give it to me full-bodied or not at all.
I hear there’s all sorts of bad stuff in coffee, but my mind and I are in agreement on this one; we’re willing to filter it all out.
This morning with a fresh cup of coffee warming my insides making me feel more human and lovable then I have in weeks, I decided to write a blog entry about the need for religious tolerance and then I read this and decided to write about deflowering nubile 18 year old evangelical girls instead just because it will piss off their parents who still think that abstinence programs really work.
Muriel wove her unsteady way to the coffee pot like a sailboat tacking in rough weather.
The downside to taking the chance for coffee and Scrine is turning up finding the old haunt empty.
When the applicant pointed out that her husband’s job before becoming a missionary had been at Starbucks, the chief couldn’t help but say, “Coffee and God - both important jobs.”
I don’t know how I’ll ever get this coffee stain out of my soul.
You may wonder why I tolerate my religiously fastidious neighbor Jerry who diligently tries to save my soul every morning, but I can’t help feeling a modicum of affection and neighborly good cheer toward a guy who brings coffee and muffins to my front door every morning and then sits quietly as I regale him with tales of humping Mormon missionaries and banging every Jehovah’s Witness that comes knocking on my door – you just got to a love a guy like that!
One morning, young Carmen stopped believing in Santa Claus; in the mid-afternoon, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny had each lost their cachet, and by dinner time Carmen was an avowed atheist, demanding to know if coffee would really stunt her growth.
I might think that the espresso coffee machine does my bidding, but who is the one spending her Sunday morning cleaning, descaling and grovelling, might I ask?
In my defense, I hadn’t had any coffee yet this morning when I forgot to put coffee in and ran a great big pot of hot water.
As far as I know, the taste of coffee revolts me, and though it has no effect on my body whatsoever I am yearning for a hot cup with one creamer, and three packs of sugar, but alas, the coffee pot sustained major damage when it hit the ground.
Mondays are bad enough it seems, but on the Monday that Kafka awoke to find it that overnight he had been transformed into a giant cockroach it turned out that the super had scheduled a routine fumigation and the writer went form great mind to obituary topic before his coffee finished brewing.
In the last installment of our hero’s saga he laid waist to the mighty Mr. Coffee; in this issue: satisfied and victorious, our hero pours himself a cup only to find that there is no sugar!
Coffee O’Clock and Beer O’Clock.
Every night I go to bed dreaming of a nice plump blueberry bagel with sunny cream cheese, and a large cup of joe.
Monday, coffee, weather… all are apropos to the day but tediously irritating, and I refuse to engage them as primary topics for a sentence.
Someone spilled coffee on my Methodist coloring book.
It’s just not right.
Juan stared blankly at the coffee pot full of nothing but hot water and wondered what kind of evil genius had managed to disappear the coffee grounds from the coffemaker which he, alone in the office, had set up to brew just ten minutes earlier.
Coffee was never given to the babies, but they were welcome to pour themselves a cup if they could reach the pot.
The dentist made my face crooked with his fancy drugs, and drinking coffee is quite an adventure.
At first it seemed disgusting that their god sweated fresh roasted coffee, but once he’d carefully explained to them the convenience of such a miracle, they worshipped him with even greater fervor.
I woke to the smell of hot coffee, there was a smell of rain in the air as i drove toward a gold thread and blown glass sunrise that took my breath away, hitting all the green lights along the way; i stopped and stood on the edge of the canyon and waited for you to push me but only felt your guiding hands on my hips and smelled your cologne.
Beryl was never truly happy until the day she finally admitted she was a coffee snob and would, from there on, go into high dudgeons at any thoughtless offerings of inferior coffee.
Jimmy Freud wondered if there was something to his slip of tongue when in response to his hydrologist’s recommendation of a coffee enema he said, “I’d prefer a blow job,” when he meant to just say he preferred his coffee be taken orally with sugar and a splash of cream.
Henry slept as the others had a friendly chatbox bicker that led to a disturbing dream involving his best friend and a loan shark and a rough demand “give me all your money” that brought him awake straight away just in time - ding! the coffee was ready.
Bakerina’s right - people are awesome.
I have none.
I just got back from having coffee with Indrid Cold, what a strange dude.
I’ll just sit here and sob quietly into my complete lack of coffee.
The lack of coffee is a serious issue.
Henry loved wrestling the cappuccino monkey every morning.
I find it hard to manage misogyny before coffee.
Sipping coffee outside at dawn on a cool summer morning is to me the perfect combination of a few very simple things.
I am, however, very fond of boxcars heading west and the smell of hot coffee on quiet, cool mornings.
One cat, one man, two pigeons, no ducks, a cup of coffee, a dash of weirdness, and a variety of baked goods.
If the Chief had known that tomorrow morning before six he and the police would be rounding up culprits from the mobile heroin den, he never would have told to his dog, “I’ll go to the store first thing in the morning,” when he discovered he was out of coffee.
Cletis had no qualms about reusing his coffee cup each day without washing, but the morning he didn't rinse off the previous day's coffee-lipped smudges, he sensed he'd crossed the last line of civility.
Dipping the cow's frozen solid udders into his coffee did nothing except maybe give Bessie some weird bovine pleasure that he didn't actually want to think about on such a cold morning.
While nine out of ten revolutionaries will say they like smelling change in the air, the truth is they actually prefer the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
Starbucks could greatly increase their customer base by selling coffee breath shots to the poor and homeless.
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