I like my women like I like my coffee… cheap and from a 3rd world country.
I like my women like I like my coffee… ground up and boiled.
I like my women like I like my coffee… weighing 300 pounds and off the back of a truck.
I like my women like I like my coffee… cheap and from a 3rd world country.
I like my women like I like my coffee… ground up and boiled.
I like my women like I like my coffee… weighing 300 pounds and off the back of a truck.
You just made me very happy, thanks.
My favorite is “I like my coffee like I like my women… hot and with mah dick in it!”
I’ve always said “…cold and bitter.”
…Ground up and in the freezer :eek:
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I like my coffee like I like my men… warm, sweet, pale, and fair trade.
Excreted from the rear end of a civet cat.
Good to the last drop.
ahem
Milky.
Like I like my men…hot, strong, two creams, no sugar. Well, maybe the sugar thing isn’t quite right.
I like my coffee like I like my women…slurping that stuff all morning.
I like my coffee like I like my women. Steaming hot, wet, and overflowing with milk.
Actually, I don’t drink coffee. Maybe that explains why I’m single.
I understand that is how Michael Jackson likes his…
Don Imus: I like my coffee like I like my women. With big breastes.
…bitter and able to cause me injury.
…sprinkled with cinnamon, and with a minty aftertaste.
…an exotic blend with a heady aroma.
…watered down and a gritty residue, with a free marshmallow.
Cold and bitter.
I like my coffee like I like my women…in the kitchen!
Drunk.
Sometimes I like them complex, invigorating, and aromatic.
Other times I like them pale, icy, and artificially sweet.
…ready for me on the kitchen table.