A NICE CREAMY BEVERAGE

Panda cakes are yummy and good and breakfast of champions. But unfortunately breakfast isn't my thing, so I'll likely have it as a snack for elevenses when next I'm off. When I might have jury duty. In the midst of a gustatory vacuum. Do you really want a Dutchman deprived of good things to eat to judge you as one of your peers? You're guilty, you have a criminal face, and I do not like your tattoos. And I discrimnate against old people (my own age), as well as young people and anyone in between. Especially if they don't speak Dutch. Or do.
So taking one of these with me is a mighty good deed.
You could, after all, be innocent.

In lieu of breakfast, a cup of strong coffee, and a pipeful of tobacco. As well as a walk. And cheery consideration of man's inhumanity to man, how you are all flawed, and too many of you really shouldn't have dogs that poo in my neighborhood.

Several months ago I read multiple reviews of an old time pipe tobacco, in which numerous aged sages wrote that a cup of black coffee and a full bowl of the product was the best way of waking up in the morning. Only after I had bought and opened a tin of it did I remember that research shows that psychopaths are more likely to like their coffee black, and I also realized that many of the old codgers were obviously single men.

Dessicated fossilized bachelors living by themselves in industrial neighborhood apartments with a black and white television, peeling wallpaper, frayed wiring, illuminated at night by neon lighting across the street, and shadows that talked back.

No wonder they liked that pipe tobacco.
Bunch of twisted freaks.


My morning brew is best with milk and sugar.



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