I like my women like I like my coffee: Hot and black. Cold and Bitter. Hot and
Wet. In the kitchen, on the counter. HOT and Columbian. Rich and smooth. Old
and bitter. Dark and shade-grown. Expensive and fair-trade. Rare and Jamaican.
Creamy and sweet. Robust and strong. Thin and weak. Freshly ground, packed in
air-tight containers in the freezer. Dipped in chocolate. In D-size cups.
Kizarwexius shouts 'Cannedheat, you wimp! Are you too afraid to face me?'