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the "my morning coffee" poem

My morning coffee
poem is a love poem
dedicated to the
release I feel when
a hefty loaf is
pinched off just
so.

13 Replies to “the "my morning coffee" poem”

  1. Jeff G. says:

    Yeah, I don’t know why, either.

    #ATTACKWATCH

  2. Squid says:

    Ears are ringing,
    Throat is raw,
    Coffee is welcome comfort.
    Foo Fighters show was fucking awesome.

  3. Carin says:

    OMG, I hate you squid.

    #attackwatch

  4. JHoward says:

    AttackWaaaaatchhh!

  5. Darleen says:

    Mr. Hankey is definitely amused.

  6. mojo says:

    File under: Too Much Information

  7. Squid says:

    Two and a half hours, Carin. Nineteen song set, followed by a seven song encore. Including an impromptu version of “Tie Your Mother Down,” with Taylor on vocals.

    Epic!

  8. dicentra says:

    This after last night’s “biggest zit popping” vid on AOSHQ’s ONT…

    …I’ll prolly never eat again.

  9. Carin says:

    They are playing right down the road from me today or sometime really soon.

    I’ve blocked it

  10. TaiChiWawa says:

    Sometimes after my morning coffee, I have an urge to onomatopoeia.

  11. serr8d says:

    Al Bundy approved…

    Speaking of loafs, I watched /Thor/ last night. Couldn’t help but recall the little Russkie ex-pat who ran around here with his mighty hammer of braggadocio.

    The movie wasn’t very good either.

  12. Squid says:

    I hear that in the Director’s Cut, the God of Thunder bangs a couple of hot Russian chicks.

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