I finally used up the last of that coffee yesterday. Damn, that was a hella big bag of really bad coffee. It appeared to be only a pound, but I swear to God, I would get angry at that bag every day for not being noticably smaller than the day before.
It was the house blend at Continental Coffee. They sold it to my girlfriend after she told them I like Hawaiian Kona. It is the furthest thing from Kona. Burn in hell, Continental Coffee.
Burn in hell.
That's right. Hell.