Hasn’t Woken Up And Smelled Their Coffee

(I work at a bagel shop that also sells coffee. It’s a slow morning and my coworker and I are commenting back and forth on the saying ‘I like my women like I like my coffee’. Sometimes being witty, sometimes just being intentionally crude or goofy.)

Coworker: “I like my women like I like my coffee: So hot it burns me.”

Me: “I like my women like I like my coffee: Strong, black, no artificial additives.”

Coworker: “I like my women like I like my coffee: Naked.”

Me: “I like my women like I like my coffee: On my crotch.” *pause* “Ow, that’d hurt.”

Coworker: “I like my women like I like my coffee: Full bodied.”

Me: “I like my women like I like my coffee: served to me with breakfast.”

Coworker: “I like my women like I like my coffee: waking me up in the morning.”

Me: “I like my women like I like my coffee: Bitter, with a bite, but effective at what it does.”

(Another male coworker comes up front, unaware of our game.)

Me: “Hey [Male Coworker], how do you like YOUR coffee?”

Male Coworker: “Eh, I don’t really like coffee.”

Me: “…you know what, [Male Coworker], I’m not surprised.”

(We got a good laugh at his expense before filling him in on it.)