Phil’s cup.
Category Archives: Coffee
Boy, ain’t that right…
No, I won’t!
Am I awake or dreaming?
But I can hear the number four…
After the second cup actually.
It’s the two beer bottles glued to the bumper I get into trouble with…
huh?
Longest one I ever had…
That is a shooting offense.
Hate is healthy…
That is right…
I’ve fallen and I can’t reach the coffee maker!
I’ll be here awhile…
Me?
