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He's off the copper pots, but now he can't seem to stop drinking coffee!
It all began when a mysterious box arrived. "Rocky's here!" he exclaimed. He cut the box open and removed the paraphernalia: a coffee grinder. "Rocky" has moved in, joining the family of coffee-related machines already living in our house.
Then came the stash, innocently packed in a plastic bag: dark coffee beans. "Good stuff." Bzzzzzzt! He just couldn't wait to grind the beans and get a hit of that coffee.
"Oh man, try some of this!" I did and I must say it was fantastic, but I know when to stop -- one's my limit in the afternoon. But I caught Husb going back for another. And another. And another. And another. And one before dinner. And one after dinner. Wheeeee!!! He's hyped, he's hooked, he's a reckless hedonist on a coffee binge!
So who's his connection, you might wonder? Who would get him started on this new level of self-indulgent madness? Who would send him these irresistable dark roasted beans?
It was none other than that dealer of decadence, AZDem!! (Actually, I think I'll have another cup, just so there's less for Husb, you understand...) ;)
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