My Grandma with the White Hair lived to be 92 years old, and be damned if I ever saw her drink a coffee in the 25 years I've known her. Not that I'd remember anything before say the last 21 years, and I probably don't remember half of what happened through undergrad (thanks a lot you enormous plastic bottles of vodka). Grandma had a glorious brain- she conquered every crossword those bastards at the New York Times could contrive, and was a poet through and through.
If you don't drink coffee, you might hope to be half as cool and live half as long as Grandma with the White Hair.
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