In search of cold things to put in our bodies (it's unseasonably warm at the moment), Colin and I decided to concoct iced coffee out the morning's leftovers still sitting in the coffeemaker. I adulterated mine only with sugar, but Colin made some grotacious goo out of confectioner's sugar and melted butterscotch chips. "Hey, coffee and butterscotch are GOOD together!" he said, frantically stirring in an attempt to smooth the lumps out.
We were happily consuming our respective beverages when Patrick and Lauren got back from a Dairy Queen run:
Patrick: "You're not drinking the ass coffee, are you?"
Colin: "Uh... what do you mean, 'ass coffee?'"
Patrick: "No, really, you can drink it."
Me: "What did you do to this coffee?!?!"
Patrick: "Well... this morning, I was going to make coffee [uh oh, past tense], so I poured some water into the coffeemaker. Then I decided I didn't want coffee, so I thought I'd just run the water through the machine."
Colin: "Yes, and...?"
Patrick: "It still turned brown! ...there were some old grounds in there, like two or three days old. And you're drinking it."
Colin ceremoniously dumps coffee in sink.
No wonder it seemed a little on the weak side...