The French Press Part 1
You bought me a fit rage. A burning, fiery rage against your tightwad roommate and that evil Keurig who put you under the influence. The influence of sweet aromatic coffee.
But your hipster ways creeped in after your summer interning in San Francisco and your coffee addiction grew stronger! How could you consume her entire semester coffee supplies (that she got for free along with that stupid Keurig) in a month? She was mad. You were mad! The Keurig was pissed! You bought her little k-cups and bought me as a sign of rebellion.
Oh, you are such a coffee snob. Using me to blend your free trade Indonesian exported coffee beans you bought at Starbucks.