Tristan
12-29-2007, 01:25 PM
He lifts the cup up to his mouth and proclaims, "There's a lot of bass in this cup."
He puts the cup in her hand and she takes a sip,"I think there's a lot of keyboards."
The man, puzzled, takes another sip of the elixir, "I think the snare is too loud."
"I hear a triangle."
Oh the intoxicating aura of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe Kochere, patiently brewed in the French press, its secrets unlocked. Generations upon generations of flavor in a mystic cup of the ages.
He puts the cup in her hand and she takes a sip,"I think there's a lot of keyboards."
The man, puzzled, takes another sip of the elixir, "I think the snare is too loud."
"I hear a triangle."
Oh the intoxicating aura of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe Kochere, patiently brewed in the French press, its secrets unlocked. Generations upon generations of flavor in a mystic cup of the ages.