Whenever I get asked this question, I immediately think of this.
And...go.
Whenever I get asked this question, I immediately think of this.
And...go.
Cream is a delicious choice for a lot of things, except for eating.![]()
Cookies and Cream.![]()
People ask you if there's room for cream often? O_o
Every time I get coffee at a coffee shop or restaurant...is that weird?
Well either there is room or there isn't so yeah kinda.
When I was a barista, I learned pretty quickly to not leave room for cream unless specifically asked. When I did so as a courtesy, I got yelled at for not filling the cup up all the way. Stingy bastards.
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
				
			
			
			
				This was decidedly less NSFW than I thought it was going to be when I looked at earlier at work and avoided clicking the links.
I'm not sure what that says about my mind...
Wow. That's...uh...goodness.
No, I really just think of "Sunshine of Your Love" when asked if I want room for cream. Cuz the band's...uh...called Cream.
Yup.
I love whipped cream.
i like my sugar with coffee and cream
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
It's for the atmosphere!
Going for straight coffee is a little bit lazy, I'll concede. I never get coffee at coffee shops - I go for espressooo~