I stopped drinking coffee when I was getting my chemo treatments and never started up again. I drink it occasionally.
While we were on vacation Mary made me a cup of coffee at her mom's house.
"This is really good coffee," she said. "How do you like it."
"I like my coffee," I said, "Like I like my women ... Bitter. Bitter like life."
Over the course of the vacation I repeated the line at every opportunity.
No wonder she's bitter. Bitter like life.
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