I was blowing on my coffee to cool it down a bit (cause let's face it, my tongue is more sensitive than Chris Carrabba) and as I'm doing it I notice the pattern of waves on the liquid surface looks like an old man screaming. Mouth gaping open, large, eyes clenched shut with furrowed, wrinkly brow. Even complete with fringes at the top where his hair is standing up in a show of rage itself. So I started moving my face back and forth as I blow and it looks like he is screaming in agony, head bobbing side to side as an expression of the volatility of his pain.
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