I like my women how I like my coffee...

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. :smiley:

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.