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
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.