… like my food, cheap and ethnic.
… coffee: tied up in a burlap sack and thrown over the back of a donkey.
My guy pal used to say, “I like my coffee like I like my men… I don’t like coffee!”
Pie. Warm 'n gooey. Like Mom used to make.
…like my tea, with out sugar,weak and lukewarm
. . .wine, locked in a dark cellar until the right age.
I like my women like I like my…
ah screw it, I just like women. 
I like my women like I like my computer; turned on and without viruses.
uhh, how about done in a couple of minutes?
I like my women like I like software – with a minimal front end and a tight back end.
I like my women like I like poultry farmers – always choking my chicken.
I like my women like I like politicians – with a slippery tongue that’s constantly going.
Sure! I have a short attention span.
… English and mature?
… French and smelling of unwashed feet?
… blue-veined and high in cholesterol?
… pale and occasionally runny?
… yellow and full of holes?