Apr 02 2010
Dear Mr. Coffee,
I know you’re up there in heaven, looking down on me. I know that whenever I need you, you’ll be there to perk my brain up with your stimulating black blood. That’s why you’re the best fictional person ever. Please fill me with your warmth and artificial energy, because until I can replace my blood with a combination of brake fluid and crystal meth, you’re all I’ve got.