The Naughty Bean

September 2, 2013 @ 12:11 am

I can remember sitting on my mother’s lap as a child and waiting for her to look away so I could steal sips from her cup.

Even at such a young age my java lust knew no bounds. But though my days of caffeine driven crime are long gone, still I raise my mug to the sky and give thanks for the hot, black ichor of God’s green earth!

L’ Chaim!