That’s Some Strong Coffee

When I start to hallucinate, I only allow myself one more cup of coffee that day.

13 Comments

  1. That actually makes a lot of sense to those of us who are Coffee free. Kind of explains the mess we’re in at the moment. All those coffee swilling executives and politicians making decisions while all hopped up on caffeine. They should make a movie, like “Reefer Madness” only call it “Cappuccino Crazy” or “Mocha Madness”.

    Will Smith can star, it’s his patriotic duty.

  2. Isn’t there also something about liberals hanging out in coffee shops?

    I agree with # 1. How else could Wall Street be so dependent on a free market, but be full of people who vote democrat. Their psychosis is causing them to secretly want to bring the system down.

  3. As a deeply devoted coffee drinker, I resent this insinuation that what we need to wake up in the morning and deal with our ugly fat spouses and long commutes and dead-end jobs when we’re lucky enough to have jobs is somehow hallucinogenic. I was just telling Sparky the Love Dragon the other day that I really needed to fix my landspeeder and go back to the mushroom forest to pick up some Cafe Du Monde from the Klingon High Council before the purple rains fall in another week or two, Neptune time.

    I just hope that the Barrackapocalypse does not interfere with coffee prices – I’ll desperately need four years of Soma to avoid the desire to drive to some deserted forest and survive like bigfoot until all the Despair/Carter Redux – excuse me – “hope/change” passes like the angel of death from our doorposts.

  4. What a bunch of hooey. Next they’ll be trying to tell us that alcohol increases the perceived attractiveness of members of the opposite sex, or that it impairs our ability to drive vehicles or operate heavy machinery.

    [Who said that?! -Ed.]

  5. Sonofa …only 3 cups. I think we all know people who drink more than that …slurp slurp slurp slurp. 3 is for amateur halucinators.

    All kidding aside I had a friend who was a Diet Coke freak. One day he tried to quit and spent the day at work acting sort of normal except he was really not conscious. People finally figured out there was something wrong with him and called an ambulance because he could not remember anything for more than 5 seconds and was acting a little goofy

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