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Oooohhh…in that case – I need me a stir stick. 😉
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No sugar tonight!
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Love, love, love this!!!
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I drink my coffee black. It’s as thick as motor oil and always has a nice layer of sludge at the bottom. While there’s no sugar in the last sip, somehow it’s still sweet;)
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I once dribbled some of what I called “Rwandan knock ’em dead genocide blend” from the elevator to the first bed in the surgery prep area when my wife was having surgery. It turned a bunch of laid back nurses and techs into a swarm of panicked people trying to deal with what looked like a toxic oil spill. They called out the hazmat team to clean it up. I was about ready to pull the cancer card, but didn’t have to. I did end up wasting some good coffee, though.
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