I could make an argument for K-Cups or at least individually packaged coffee.

One of the biggest problems with ground coffee is that the first scoop is fresh but when you get to the bottom it is stale, whole beans have the same problem but it takes longer . The problem is both are in an oxygen environment when you open them the K-Cup is stored in nitrogen and sealed until use, we might use old beans or bad beans but the invention itself is pretty revolutionary.

Instant coffee is harder to defend but I will say it took over all of Europe and it to is revolutionary l, if you get the kind that is made by freeze drying instead of dehydration it is a lot better and also it is dependent on the beans

Just because you don’t like the innovations doesn’t mean they don’t exist, need I remind you of the, k-cup, nitro brew, instant coffee, frappuccino, iced coffee.

I take offense to this, traditionally American coffee is made with a percolator (a much much stronger coffee) but it was replaced with the very American invention of the Mr. Coffee (the gold standard at the time).

also if you remember that whole Boston tea party thing, it wasn’t just dumping tea, tea was seen as a political statement, aligning yourself with the crown and anyone who supported the colonies and Independence would drink the much, much stronger coffee,

the truth is that American coffee has become so ubiquitous that it is the base line of what coffee is and anything else is pointed out as an oddity. America kind of invented coffee, not entirely, it certainly existed elsewhere but they are almost certainly the reason you know about coffee at all, coffee is more American than the American flag, it has been around longer and has a more important part of the foundation of the country. I would say it’s so American you could say all those fancy coffees are just cheap knockoffs.

What kind of office is street level? Isn’t that exclusively retail space?

There are worse fates than death.

Dang, as a man I deeply respect your point of view and and did this witty and charming, shame that doesn’t matter.

You make a perfectly innocent cartoon political and then you wonder why trump won.

Really? The cat saw she was taking pictures of him and then went out of his way to lick himself in public for her to see.

Not to victim blame but can’t help but think that cat was flaunting deliberately.

Well then we need something in-between NSFW and SFW cause this ain’t working

Don’t, this isn’t reddit every single NSFW post is hard core porn, I can’t click on NSFW memes because it’s almost certainly porn, not that I don’t like porn but y’all freaky and I use this in the living room.

I hit this socialist chick from behind, I called it the Communist revolution.

As long as you’re in France this is not gay also if you’re French it’s ok, also if you have ever ate French fries it’s not Gay,.

Or perhaps your Adderall warped gen z underdeveloped brain has been too warped from tictok’s and skibidi toilet to focus for more than 30 seconds.

It always makes me want a beer and that pairs perfectly with a couple of cold ones before I settle down with a nice six pack before I pass out for the night.

I thought this was going to a much much darker less funny place.

Replace Call with Zoom meeting.

Maybe It’s her and all women’s Dark Inner psyche trying to get out and expose the inner psychopath but talking about it openly is triggering her natural instinct to repress it.

Try being a complete and total psycho, her inner demons should respond well to that, if she doesn’t like it that’s just her trying to repress it you have to really make her believe you are a psychopath woman love that.

As I wander through the desolate wastes of this once-great land, surrounded by the ruins of structures grand enough to have been constructed by the gods themselves, I am constantly haunted by the glare of the despot responsible for it all. His gaze stares down upon me as though reaching inside my soul to condemn my rebellious heart.

Despite the untold lives he has ruined, my conditioning is so strong that I am compelled to drop to my knees and shout, “Oh, Mighty One! You will never give us up, you will never let me down, you will never hurt me.”

But as I stand in the middle of a desert with nobody to hear my cries, I know deep down that he has indeed let me down. Still, the conditioning is too strong. We are strangers to love, and you know the rules—so do I. I wouldn’t get this from any other guy. The cult would never accept me back if I were to renounce my faith.

With all that in mind, I wander into the desert, knowing there’s no water for miles, promising I’m never gonna run around.

I don’t think I can think of anything less interesting than a grade school pseudo-paradox.