I would like a vintage coffee table for my new living room. It would be great if it had rounded edges and nice details... but anything is better than nothing. Also, not too expensive!
The spambots are getting better! Keyword: coffee. Whole cohesive thought on coffee tables. Cracks me up.
"Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine
Who says back fat is a bad thing? Maybe on a fat hairy guy at the beach, but not on a crab.
Almost everyone I have ever know that has died consumed coffee at some point. Therefore, coffee is related to the deaths of many people.
Mortality is 100%.
I adore coffee! I mean I really LLLLLOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEE (pronounced LuvvV-ah) coffee. I own two french presses, a moka pot, and I had my own coffee shop in the past. I have dark chocolate covered coffee beans in the refrigerator 15 feet from my desk at work that are calling my name as I write.
And in January I quit drinking it. Only in the last two weeks have I ingested any. The first time I had a single espresso with half and half, and I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest! I used to drink up to 8 shots in any given day. So according to my n=1, it is a stimulant. I also immediately (within 24 hours) had a certain amount of pain flare up. Again, n=1, coffee is an inflammatory. Pain hurts! I don't like it. And those coffee beans continue to sit there, at 10 calories a pop, and 1 gram of carbs per bean, I am not even touching them even though it is tax season and I am working 7 days a week.
I confess I do put a 1/4 cup of espresso in my primal chocolate pudding (a cross between fat bombs and chocolate ganache), and as April 15th draws closer, I may choose to use those beans to get me by on a late night. But never would I say that coffee is 100% good for me, and I don't believe it is 100% bad for me. And me is the only one I am dealing with, so I have to go by what is obvious in the universe concerning me. I advise my friends not to drink it, and to try chicory tea, even as I imbibe bulletproof espresso once a week on Sundays. I'm an addict, but I forgive myself. (hmm, sounds like a true addict.)