2. And then did Tim sully forth to the confluence of the waters in the north: EVEN into the lands flowing with hot and cold and lukewarm water; YEAH, even so they flowed with milk and soy and honey.
3. And there he did fetch himself a mead of coffee and milk that did taste like cardboard.
4. And he
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It could be worse. I just took a big gulp of cold coffee by mistake, coffee that had been sitting on that bench all night. I thought it was grape juice.
Cold leftover coffee is something to be treasured, not renounced! If only we all had a cup of cold coffee awaiting us!
Jolly good show, Martin!
Leave it out in winter, add icecream, and you've got an iced coffee!
Cold coffee = awesomness, but you can forget the coffee that's been sitting on your desk all weekend - that's not so good, and luckily I've never had the misfortune of accidentally drinking it. But morning coffee drunk in the afternoon is quite nice.
True. There's nice coffee, ice coffee, and lice coffee. It's all there on the coffee spectrum.
Martin and others,
Not being a coffee drinker, I didn't think of the cold coffee/iced coffee connection, but I take your point. Still, I've never liked the sensation of thinking you're going to get one sort of taste and ending up with another taste entirely.
Does your workplace also add milk to hours-ago plunged coffee and reheat in mircowave? This, to my mind, is the only acceptable use for a microwave. The only acceptable cold coffee is an affogato.
How does one sully forth?
Is it akin to sullying one's reputation?
Don't shilly shally,
Replace sully with sally
Where's the usual Saturday post..? Some of us are dying of boredom here!
Hold your horses, anon! It's coming!
Sorry, that was me. I am a creature of habit and have come to expect a regular Saturday post or three - usually at some dreadfully early hour.
Shelley
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