Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster’s Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?

Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.

Jules: [pause] What? Jimmie: I don’t need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I’m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what’s on my mind right now? It AIN’T the coffee in my kitchen, it’s the dead nigger in my garage. -Pulp Fiction

Last week the smooth and robust mrs tbogg and I stopped into Starbucks (we have four of them within walking distance from our house) for a warm beverage because it was freezing 54 degrees here. Well, that’s freezing to us. Anyway, we were given our choice of either the Christmas Blend or the Holiday Blend.

"What’s the difference?"

"There isn’t one. It’s the same coffee. We also have a de-caf version (green packaging) for Mormons."

I swear to Jeebus, he actually said that.

Someone alert John Gibson.

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