I guess I'll never forget her. And maybe I don't want to. Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey. I forget her other qualities. - Jack Handey
So I'm coping without coffee. I'd really really love some right now, just once, just this one time, just for old times sake, just one little cup, just ohmygodIamanaddict.
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This website is called "banjeroo" only because I play an old Vega banjo in the clawhammer style (with gusto and minimal skill), and because one of my gazillion nicknames is Roo. Hands up if your nickname is also Roo. (Let's see, 1, 2, 3... 68,399,264 of you? Wow.)
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I had a stint not drinking coffee last year, and went onto Redbush tea (Roibos, or something like that, it's called).
It was good... but I had to have sugar in it to take the edge off it.
I'm back on the coffee wagon at the moment, but not as badly as I once was ...
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