…black, sweet, and thick. 
I like my women how I like my coffee… present, not absent.
With a large shot of whiskey in 'em.
Strong, dark and bitter.
…what?
…two to go
Brought to me in my bed, on a tray, steaming hot.
Anally.
I like my women like how I like a latte: single, tall, iced and english… toffee flavored
That’s so horrible. And with your username! Gah!
That is just hilarious.
…hot, blond and weak.
Look, Mr. Jackson, just because one jury bought your story doesn’t mean they all will!
What?
Durn you, Annie-Xmas!
Yeah, my friends have heard me say that about coffee and women. Strong, black, and sweet.
So one day, I changed coffee to fried chicken. “What?” they say.
I answer, “Long, juicy legs. And tender white breasts.”
…hot, sweet, slightly roasted and lactose-free.
Chained to the counter.
I like my coffee like I like my women;
… coming in quarts.
… dribbling in my cup.
… leaving froth on my lips.
And with two big lumps.
Note to self: Accept no coffee from Tentacle Monster.
Rich but weak, hot but only for a while and with a driver’s licence.
Phooey, I don’t like coffee, so…
I like my women like I like my cheese, American singles only, preferable fat free.