I like my coffee like I like my men: caffeinated.
I like my coffee like I like my men: French. Or Cuban. Or Colombian. Or Hazelnut… wait…
I like my coffee like I like my men: in a way Europeans would frown upon.
I like my coffee like I like my men: READILY AVAILABLE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING OR ELSE I’M GRUMPY.
I like my coffee like I like my men: in a cup with a straw! Wait…
I like my coffee like I like my men: from Dunkin Donuts.
I like my coffee like I like my men: available for pick-up at a drive-thru.
I like my coffee like I like my men: certainly not strong, rich, dark, or creamy because seriously everyone makes those jokes and they are so overdone I mean oh my God and what the hell would creamy even entail I don’t wanna know but now I feel like I should go to church.
I like my coffee like I like my men: hot.
I like my coffee like I like my men: iced.
(Oooh I’m kidding. I prefer half ice. You get more coffee that way.)
(…you get more man that way?)
I like my coffee like I like my men: next to me in my car. Preferably in the cup holder.
(What?)
I like my coffee like I like my men: in a way that might hint at addiction.
I like my coffee like I like my men: in a way that gives me a headache.
I like my coffee like I like my men: available at your local convenience store.
I like my coffee like I like my men: purchasable by the pound.
I like my coffee like I like my men: created in a percolator. Wait…
I like my coffee like I like my men: extra crispy and on practically everything. No, wait: that’s how I like my bacon.
Might have to steal this.