While I make endless fun over over-priced, pretentious coffee and the people that buy it…I end up buying said coffees, while hanging out at coffee houses, and then I take a big sip and swear I can taste my own acrid hypocrisy…or maybe that’s just burnt coffee…I hate when they give you the burnt coffee…all the whipped cream in the world doesn’t cover that shit!
I like my women like I like my coffee…bitter and murkey!
24 Thursday Mar 2005
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Joshua Alan Doetsch 
You would think that there is enough margin figured into the price of these pretentious coffees to allow them to dump out the burnt stuff. Yuck.
I know…if you went to some diner, and bought the coffee cheap, and got burnt, they’d appologize to you and poor you another cup.