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Well, I can think of one part of your anatomy that would hold the beans and another that would hold the water and dispense it (although I can't quite think of an elegant way of filling it) and they are quite conveniently placed to be heated simultaneously... There is even a bit of space between them that might serve well to prepare some baked goods at the same time :p Of course the Coffee Shop would need more than one such devices, so I would gladly offer my own anatomy for this purpose. :)
Watch it, Calf, the coffee shop is always looking to add specialty grinds...
 
We keep costs down by using slavegirls. I can't imagine what the costs would be if we actually had to hire baristas or buy actual grinders. The savings in electricity alone are significant.:p

And that's not even mentioning the obvious attractions that goes along with using slavegirls. :devil:
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yes, and we're cheaper than civet cats, as well as better-looking :p
'The beans excreted by a slavegirl are, in the end, cheaper than those excreted by a civet-cat'
Adam Smith, Enquiry concerning the Origin of the Beverages of Nations :cool:
 
I'll have a large special brew, please, while I tell you what I did last night.

I went to a lecture given by a Professor of Pain (yes, really) from a local university. He confirmed women report pain at lower stimulation thresholds (using heat, cold, pressure) than men do, but the jury's still out whether they experience it worse or complain about it sooner.

He explained about the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure. When we, say, stub a toe on a rock, we instinctively try to rub it. This is because rubbing (as well as heat and tingly electricity [TENS] ) is a pleasurable sensation for our body. So the brain, getting both pain signals from the injury and pleasure signals from the rubbing, finds it hard to process both at one, and shuts the 'pain gates' that transmit the pain signals.

So onlookers, if you want to relieve the agony of the girl on the cross, there is a scientific basis for giving her pleasure; it's not mearly a distraction for her.

And the pain receptors in the skin do get more sensitive following injury (the body's way to prevent further injury) so there is also a scientific basis to the practice of 'warming up' a backside by spanking before the real stuff begins.
 
I'll have a large special brew, please, while I tell you what I did last night.

I went to a lecture given by a Professor of Pain (yes, really) from a local university. He confirmed women report pain at lower stimulation thresholds (using heat, cold, pressure) than men do, but the jury's still out whether they experience it worse or complain about it sooner.

He explained about the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure. When we, say, stub a toe on a rock, we instinctively try to rub it. This is because rubbing (as well as heat and tingly electricity [TENS] ) is a pleasurable sensation for our body. So the brain, getting both pain signals from the injury and pleasure signals from the rubbing, finds it hard to process both at one, and shuts the 'pain gates' that transmit the pain signals.

So onlookers, if you want to relieve the agony of the girl on the cross, there is a scientific basis for giving her pleasure; it's not mearly a distraction for her.

And the pain receptors in the skin do get more sensitive following injury (the body's way to prevent further injury) so there is also a scientific basis to the practice of 'warming up' a backside by spanking before the real stuff begins.
The problem is some bitch about everything!!! (gif)
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Yes, when I'm carrying on like that, it's a sure sign the beans are fermenting vigorously, it'll be a real vintage brew! :devil:
A squirrel came into the Coffee Shop and after reading the above, very firmly ordered a pot of tea.
Picky, picky squirrel.
Some of us appreciate real effort. Now where is that coffee? Let's not be all day about it.
 
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