01210 is a pyramid, & worms move like handicapped snakes. My dream belongs in a wheelchair, because I just spilled coffee all over my sleep.

The more coffee you drink, the less sleep you need. I just had a great business idea. I could rent out your bed, and with the money you’d make off it, you could buy enough...

Quiet night. Silence at full capacity. Noiselessness is spilling over like a coffee cup full of jock cock. In a contact sport I’ve got to protect my genitals.

Just in general as a person, not necessarily as a songwriter, being in cities wasn’t the right fit. I couldn’t escape and be in the woods in 10 minutes if I needed to. I like...

For dinner I had 20 ounces of coffee and 5 Kraft singles. Am I going to die?

getting lucky” means drinking an entire cup of COFFEE while it’s still HOT!

I surround myself with books when I write, thus surrounding myself with writers… only they don’t critique me and then get up for coffee.

It’s the fine balance of caffeine and alcohol that bookends my days

Pretty quickly, I stopped seeing the company as an engine of community. Instead, I saw it as a mythmaker offering only an illusion of belonging and meeting its customers’ desire for connections in form, maybe,...

He mulled that over. “Sheriff Connally woulda let us shoot ’em.”I reached over and took his coffee away from him. “Yep. Lucian probably would have done the job himself, but we’re living in more enlightened...

Want coffee?” I asked, as I headed that way.”It’s three thirty in the morning.””Okay. Want coffee?

… The truth of the matter is, that most English people don’t know how to make tea anymore either, and most people drink cheap instant coffee instead, which is a pity, and gives Americans the...

I’m a romantic. I like cold coffee and orgasms that arrive fifteen minutes after I’ve put on my clothes and paid the lady.

When you’re on your deathbed, you won’t regret not having spent more time cleaning. Buy brown carpet, to camouflage the coffee stains.

I poured a compass into my coffee, to give the flavor some direction.

I write like if the color yellow had legs and could run a marathon while reclining back in a comfy sofa. I want some coffee, but I’m too lazy to get off my couch and...

I want to roast Mr. Bean, because that’d be the funniest coffee ever. I think I’d make a great roastmaster.

The early morning is too strong to drink straight, so I need to mix in a little coffee to be able to hold it down.

Check the couch cushions for change—and hope. I drink my coffee raw, straight out of the ketchup bottle.

It doesn’t matter where you’re from – or how you feel… There’s always peace in a strong cup of coffee.

They were learning that New York had another life, too — subterranean, like almost everything that was human in the city — a life of writers meeting in restaurants at lunchtime or in coffee houses...

I’m not a purist. Coffee drinking minus cream and sugar is an acquired taste. I’m still not sure it isn’t like telling chefs to dispense with spices in cooking.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

Beer for breakfast, ale for lunch, stout with dinner and a few mugs in between. The average Northern European, including women and children drank three liters of beer a day. That’s almost two six-packs, but...

…having nothing better to do, meandered off to a coffee shop and sat facing each other for a couple of hours, neither of them talking much but each coming to the general conclusion that the...

Endure for another day, Mister Tannen, and you’ll have all the foul black misuse of water you can drink.

LIFE is like coffee — The darker it gets, the more it energizes.

I like my coffee black, my beer from Germany, wine from Burgundy, the darker, the better. I like my heroes complicated and brooding, James Dean in oiled leather, leaning on a motorcycle. You know the...

I like coffee exceedingly…

I’ll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.

Coffee has a way of falling into my cup the way love does not. I’m so tired of being a lone sip when I should be a chug.

I drank the coffee because I was tired. I also drank the coffee because I was dominant, and it was passive and put up no fight.

The best way to wake up is with coffee and an erection. The cool part is one can stir the other.

I’m probably the best love you’ve never had. And why is that? Oh yeah, because I’m in a relationship with a tall cup of coffee.

Air conditioning is indoor winter. Coffee is liquid wakefulness. And my love is like For Sale, only it’s not on sale. I’m afraid there is no discount.

Too much coffee has been spilled in the name of war. Let us love and savor every drop.

Make time to make love. Then, after you’ve finished making love, make some coffee while I just lie in bed and quiver.

I travel by foot. It’s like a wheelchair in a microwave it’s so easy to camel. I sleep on a pillow made of coffee, and I’d ask you to turn out the light when you’re...

Taking away coffee from Americans is like taking away oil from the motors.

It’s early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I’m thankful. I’m happy. My cup runneth over. Now there’s coffee everywhere.

Day offers two equally necessary sacraments – the benediction of morning and the absolution of dusk. In the morning coffee blesses and in the evening wine absolves.

Sometimes, they just make coffee cups too small.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.

First dentistry was painless.Then bicycles were chainless,Carriages were horseless,And many laws enforceless.Next cookery was fireless,Telegraphy was wireless,Cigars were nicotineless,And coffee caffeineless.Soon oranges were seedless,The putting green was weedless,The college boy was hatless,The proper diet fatless.New...

If this is decaf, I’m going to pour it on your head.

I drink coffee like a civilized man—alone in a cave, wearing a loincloth, and grunting in frustration because my club is too thick to fit in my cup to stir in the sugar.

Growing up I was so poor I wore coffee cups as shoes. The good part was my feet never fell asleep.

I am the coffee, and God is The Barista. Through me, he may awaken your soul. But the coffee knows not what flows through the mind of The Barista.

But back to the coffee. I was here on a mission. I just spent nearly five bucks I didn’t have for some coffee concoction that tasted like the charred remains of Hitler’s soul, and I...