That would be cool. Advertise on it for a fee. Or get art students to customize every now and then.

Because they don’t get a chance to punch her face. She’s that good.

Ah well, hopefully it’s a learning experience. Always look on the bright side, I always say. Well, I always say “Coffee...” but it’s sort of the same thing.

I met Mr. T in a diner in Burlington, Vt. Some Canadian celebrities nobody would remember probably. Daughters of famous folk singers. My childhood favorite sports figure (Ken Dryden, goalie for Montreal, eh?).

Have seen a few up here in Atlantic Canada, mostly on classic cars. Not a fan.

Wait I’ve lost track, is a penis talking?

Trust me, nothing good can come of it!

*fist bump*

For fellow Canadians, a little song from Blue Rodeo. They seem to have a problem or two with someone.

I prefer a blend of a light and a dark roast. So much flavor. It’s all a part of waking up for me now. I got my first press as a gift. It lasted for years, almost cried when I broke it. Carpal tunnel and mornings don’t mix well. Broke my moulinex grinder in much the same way.

Two wrongs still do not make one right. It’s really that simple.

Or when they don’t flush. At all. And I’m waving and backing up...forward...wtf...flush damnit!

You said that so much better than I could. Not my cup of tea either.

And smart.

Amen to that! Leave me lots to grind then French press in the morning, unadulterated delightfulness.

My condolences to your taste buds.

Very well said!

I love my coffee. I love my jeans. But together...

I’d tip that waitress more than I could afford. I used to go to a particular restaurant just to joke with a waitress, who later became a friend. She asked us once “Did you actually want to order something, or did you just come here for the abuse?” Totally deadpan, I said “The abuse...” then ordered. Always tipped her…

But she’s never had meat. Just umm, cheeseburgers.