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There are only two things I think about when I wake up
in the morning:

1) I’m still alive, and 2) where the hell is my coffee?  

But it hasn’t always been that way.  Not until I tasted the coffee that became Goodfellas.  You see, there’s a
little known fact that I’m sharing with you today.  
One of my biggest heists from back in the day was from a coffee plantation.  But after years on the run, I've
been jones’n for some perfect brew, just like back in the day.

I remember that morning as if it were yesterday. I'd got a call from an old music promoter named Boyd
Grafmyre talking about the days of Hendrix and Zeppelin, and some coffee guru name Glenn.  
I said “Wait, did you say coffee?”
A java fix was precisely what I'd been looking for.

Some say he has the best stuff around, but I wanted to check it out myself.  If he was full of bologna, I’d
know it right away.  And he’d live to regret it.

Glenn was one of the scariest guys I’d ever seen…tall, long wild hair, and a serious expression that could
bend steel.  I knew he meant business and wouldn’t mess around.  So I sat down and tried a cup.  It was
the
greatest I’d ever tasted.  He had the best stuff that money could buy.  So we struck a deal.  I struck him
over the head with my gun and took all the coffee.  

Now do you really think I’d do somethin’ so stupid?   
Don't be a schmuck!  I need Glenn to produce more
of this great product.  So for the time being,
he’ll live to see another day.  

If you want a coffee that won’t make you look like
a punk, drink Goodfellas.
I'm no schnook.  I drink only the best.  
I’d advise you do the same.
Or else you can go "get your shine box."
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