So here’s the premise. You make a silly statement comparing two different things in a, uh, silly way. Go figure.
Examples:
“I like my women like I like my coffee: black and strong.”
“I like my guys like I like my hair: greasy and tied up.”
Who’s next?
I like my Dominatrix like I like my Nazi War Criminals. Black leather boots, crisp tight-fitting uniforms and mean as a bobcat with peroxide on it’s asshole!
She told me she loved me like a brother. She was from Arkansas, hence the Joy!
I like my coffee like I like my women: Tied up in a gunny sack and thrown over the back of a donkey.
(A nod to Rico, who told me that one. 
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“I like my music how I like my sex: Loud as hell and to a quick beat.”
Can’t remember where I saw this, but I will remember it for the rest of my life and crack up laughing:
“I like my danger like I like my oatmeal: Overwhelming!”
“I like my women how I like my underware: Cheap, tight and in sets of three.”
I like my coffee like I like my men: freshly ground and in a carafe.
I like my homosexuals like I like my hoops of death: Flaming.
I like my women like I like my sheep.
No, really. That’s all there is.
Seriously (sort of) I like my furniture like I like my men: Old, sturdy and functional…with a nice patina.
I like kitties like I like meringue – floofy and sweet
Awwwww kitties
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I like my women like I like my coffee; rich, dark and leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Betty Boop classic:
I like my men like I like my coffee: Rich and Hot.
I like my sex like I like my massive head traumas: messy and accidental.
I like my men like I like my shoes: smooth, well-heeled, and with a sturdy tongue.
I like my women’s legs like I like my peanut butter: smooth, brown and easy to spread.
I like my women’s legs like I like my peanut butter: chunky, grown in Georgia, and sold in little plastic jars at Harris Teeter.
Daniel
I like my women like I like my coffee: $100 buys a nicecup of coffee.
I like my coffee like I like my women…cold and bitter.
I gotta say, Kalhoun, that’s how I like MY men, too!