it's called "coffee cloud" by maxim cyr. whimsical swirls of caffeine goodness. applause and hearts all around for you, mr. cyr.
on a side note, i think dooley's does not agree with me. or it might have been that faux irish car bomb (sans guinness) i had at night's end. or it could have been just the disgusting mix it all made in my body. at any rate, i will not be trying that any time soon.
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