When people ask me how I take my coffee, I say, “black, like my..” and they wince expecting the old catch phrase. but I finish up by saying, “Like my ink pen”. It is fun to watch the faces go through the gamut of expressions.
I do enjoy by bit of fun...
I enjoy saying this:
“I take my coffee like I like my women.....
(pause, waiting for everyone to adopt a knowing smile)
.....COLD, and BITTER.”