Today, I decided to drink coffee. Not out of necessity for caffeine. Not because intense peer-pressure related to my self-esteem and manhood pushed me to it. Nope. I wanted to try it.
I went to the coffee-maker. Two options: "Blonde Roast" and "(something something) Extra Bold". Extra bold seemed like the opposite of what role I wanted to coffee to play. So I poured the blonde thing. Of course it runs dry, with only half of my cup full. "Ah well". I sigh aloud, topping off my cup with the bold stuff.
Don't kid yourself. Absolutely I added two sugars and two creams. What are you, nuts?
May it be known: Today, for some yet unknown and equally unlikely reason, coffee did not taste disgusting.
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