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Hefeweizen. Never drink something you can't spill.
The ignorant pronounce it Frood
To cavil or applaud
The well-informed pronounce it Froyd
But I pronounce it Fraud.
Honey poured over thunder.
That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.
Two glasses of ice water--with ice.
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry,
Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
The best bubbly I ever tasted was laughter.
Espresso is a miracle of chemistry in a cup,
She sugared and milked
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?
May they all be stricken with the screaming fire-shits. He sipped his
When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army
This is unexpected ... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
Fill till the wine o'erswell the cup
After a few months' acquaintance with European 'coffee' one's mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with it's clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed.
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
A little Toffee Crunch,
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim
Ice cream is happiness condensed.
keep your breath to cool your porridge
Signs you drink too much coffee: You don't sweat. You percolate.
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What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Dearest I cannot loiter here
in lather like a polar bear.
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown.
Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.
This is the only way I like cream with my coffee.
Beer is my coffee.
Only cream and SOBs rise to the top.
I do a little thing about the way people shake the sweetener packet. You know, like they're all excited. I want to get all the granules down to one end. I love all these rituals.
Milk Duds. It doesn't' bother me that it gets stuck in my teeth or anything.
If you were coffee, you would be bitter and strong; the kind that makes my heart palpitate its way out of my chest -the kind that can turn my thoughts manic. Oh, just the way I would like it. I like it.
Ah coffee, the elixir of gods and humans.
Coffee and chocolate - the inventor of mocha should be sainted.
I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.
I am afloat on a sea of foaming joy and delight.
Mother, when was this coffee dripped?" Ignatius demanded, flapping into the kitchen again.
"Just about a hour ago. Why?"
"It certainly tastes brackish.
Chase opened the mini fridge. "Wanna drink?" He asked.
"No thank you and you shouldn't either."
"Oh I definitely need one, besides it numbs the hunger." He grabbed a few of the tiny bottles from the door shelf.
"Then by all means get your drink on." Samuel chuckled.
I'm a chai tea latte monster. Anything syrupy!
It was the color of ice and honey and sky and rain mixed together into a sheet of flawless glass with broken frothy edges that tickled my feet
I envy
the cup of coffee
that gets
to kiss
your sleepy lips
awake
every cold and
bitter morning.
Nothing revives the cup of life more than a caustic splash of death.
Caffeine's untrustworthy gift of nervous energy.
Did you know that Dairy Queen ice cream is mostly bubbles?
Figs that drip with honey, sugar blown into curls and flowers.
Coffee just makes me happy.
For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.
Life is mostly froth and bubbles, Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another's trouble, Courage in your own. Well,
Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all
hahhhh.
You can't live on amusement. It is the froth on water - an inch deep and then the mud.
My little cup brims with tiddles.
I have to admit, I do loooove eggnog.
don't swill my best cognac. You must savour each drop."
"Savour like you do a man".
Coffee is not my cup of tea
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Candy is my fuel. Ice cream, too.
Tea tasted the best at its second pouring. A
Spare your breath to cool your porridge.
Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
Coffee Fuck you, coffee IS TOO a virtue. Do not deny me this. Do not dare!
Nanny Ogg could see the future in the froth on a beer mug. It invariably showed that she was going to enjoy a refreshing drink which she almost certainly was not going to pay for.
Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms ...
Max spat his coffee out all over himself. He tried to laugh and choke at the same time and so the only thing that came out was a sputtering bark that sounded like a phlegmatic seal with a pack and a half a day Lucky Strike habit -non filtered.
Sweet cream on an ice cream sandwich!
Water! pretending to be pure, thou resemblest false friends. Thou art warm at the top and cold at bottom.
Clarity in my cup. Transparency of my soul. Lucidity of myself.
Elixir of the ages. Tea makes us all sages.
If at first you don't fricassee, Fry, fry a hen!
The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke ... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.
Of all the things I love to taste, sweetest is the kiss of love.
It's as mild as goose-milk.
I like my coffee like I like myself ... making rustling noises inside a burlap bag
Drinks, fans and snow - heaven
There are three intolerable things in life - cold coffee, lukewarm champagne, and overexcited women ...
The only time I drink milk is when I drink coffee. I make love the same way - contributing 2% as I just sort of lay there.
You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to
just
pour a woman into a glass and
just-drink her
just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?
Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.
Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?
What the heart conceals the drink reveals.
I know few greater pleasures than holding a lacquer soup bowl in my hands, feeling upon my palms the weight of the liquid and its mild warmth. The sensation is something like that of holding a plump newborn baby.
Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.
Half-caf, double-tall, non fat, whole-milk foam, bone-dry, half-pump mocha, half sugar in the raw, double cup, no lid, capp - to go.
How you refill. Lying there. Something like happiness, just like water, pure and clear pouring in. So good you don't even welcome it, it runs through you in a bright stream, as if it has been there all along.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Bertie opened the vial and drank the traded words down, tasting sour cherry syrup over shaved ice, bitter lemon peel, and spices that recalled a nameless sorrow.
Cheese. The adult form of milk.
Foul are my contents but sweeter than filth from the mouth.
Wit, wit! - I look upon it always as a draught of air; it cools indeed, but one gets a stiff neck from it.
The sound of the blades on the ice in the morning is like smelling fresh coffee.
There's an awful lot of coffee in the air, and a lot of awful coffee, too!
floral olive oil sorbet with mandarin orange swirls.
You are neither coffee nor tea,
you are just the right amount of
whatever it is I'm trying to find.
Who spit in your porridge?
Joy bubbles on a fountain of doubt.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
Jesu, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast.
The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
Since writing, I've learnt to truly appreciate COLD coffee. If the second or third sip is cold, I lost track of time and was in my groove.
You have to fill your cup. You then give away the overflowing, but you keep a cupful for yourself.
All the buildup and hype, everything else, is foam. The game is the beer.
If you have a milkshake and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw and my straw reaches across the room and starts to drink your milkshake ... I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!
I like my coffee hot and strong. Like I like my women: hot and strong ... with a spoon in them.