Fair enough.
I want to make a toy. There’s a kit you can order called “clone a willy” that I was thinking of getting. Not to give to anyone, but just to put on the mantle over the fireplace. It looks pretty awesome.
When I went to the netherlandsx I brought back a porcelain willy creamer. For my tea.
I got some wooden shoes.
cuz I like my coffee like I like my soul
How’s that?
black and unsweetened
I like my women like I like my coffee. Ground up and in the freezer.
Or, from a 3rd world country at a reasonable price.
I like my women like I like my freezer.
Ice cold with a nice spacious rack and a good warranty.
They expire after about 32 or 35 years. And they’re usually best by their mid to late 20s.
I like my coffee like I like my women. Tied up in a burlap sack and dragged across Colombia by a donkey.
That’s when they learn to appreciate simple things. I can go along with it.
I like my donkeys like I like my women.
Stubborn, able to carry some weight, but not so big I could ride on her.
My most recent purchase.
Now that one at least made more sense then did Mr. reasonable’s above.
I like my coffee like I like my men, passed through a very fine filter.
And placed under extreme pressure? Steamed? Pumped?
Grande.
Mocha?
Rich and bold.
Makes sense. Women love money and assholes.