...is really not my cup of tea.
So naturally I said yes, matcha-bliged
Nearly drowned in his own teepee
"Urgh, If this was any weaker... it'd be a fortnight"
(Looks around for approval from the family)
"Well, listen grandad, you just popped over, I didn't invite you".
Thyme kept on sipping...sipping..sipping..into the future..
It was a real tragi-tea!
Brother: I thought it would of already been made
Dad: It's only July.
Me: I'll go and put the kettle on then.
Dad: Go on then but I don't think it will suit you.
Dad - “Great, make two while you’re at it”
A Par-tea.
Dad: Do you know why I don't drink tea?
Me: Why?
Dad: Because the prices are too steep.
Because it was more ER tea.
Me: Drink? Dad: Wouldn't say no to a cuppa. Me: I'll put the kettle on. Dad: Let me know if it fits!
Oh Dad!
"I'll put the kettle on"
"It won't suit you!"
As funny the millionth time as it was the first.
That's not my cup of tea.
First lady: Isn’t it a bit windy? Second lady: I thought it was Thursday. Third lady: Me too, let’s have a cup of tea.
I saw this guy with the same cup as me and chased him down the street. Finally caught up with him and realized...that’s not my cup of tea
He didn’t like it. I told him he should drink two cups of tea before he drinks a beer, because two teas make beer better.
To be honest, it's not my cup of tea.
One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my brother who is four years older than I am. I was maybe 1 and a half years old and had just recovered from an accident in which my arm had been broken among other injuries.
Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!!' My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then says, 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet??'
It’s been oolong time since my mum was born,
About Six-tea years to date,
Chai as you might, you can’t possible list,
her cupious amazing traits
Her balanced demeanour
Her Kindness and (earl) grace,
rooibost sense of humour,
too many to name in this teany space,
to pekoe out just a few does not do her justice,
let’s not stir things up and cause more of a ruckus,
While this ode may be (chamo)miles away from a Maya Angelou,
It’s just an obnoxious way to say how very matcha I love you.
It's just not my cup of tea.
It's because this is my cup of tea.
It’s not my cup of tea.
One might be able say that he just wasn't their cup of tea.
A man in Australia took a train to the town of Mercy, where he heard there was a coffee shop that served drinks named after Australian animals. When he arrived, he decided to try the Koala Tea. He received his order quickly, which turned out to basically be a cup of hot water filled with whole eucalyptus leaves.
The man asked the barista, "Excuse me, there seems to be a lot of loose leaves in my tea."
The barista replied, "Yes, sir, the Koala Tea of Mercy is not strained."
I said “No thanks, that’s not my cup of tea.”
It’s not my cup of tea.
"Shooting isn't your cup of tea," he continued, "You better switch to archery."
My mom was making a cup of tea and since I was getting something out of the fridge, asked me if I could pass her the "green" milk, wanting the skimmed milk that comes in cartons with green coloured caps.
Me: "No, we've only got the white stuff".
Made my dad proud.
He's been practicing for this role for months. He goes down to the opera house on the day of the audition, only to find he's come down with a sore throat and can't hit his notes anymore. In a panic, he asks one of the directors if they can postpone his audition.
"I'm sorry," says the director, "but we can't delay an audition for just one performer. That would set a bad precedent. Instead, I'll let you in on a little opera house secret." The director pours the man a cup of warm, smelly liquid. "Drink this. It's a special tea to help your throat. The recipe has been passed down for decades in this opera company, and I guarantee it will make you able to sing again."
The man wrinkles up his nose and takes a swig. "Euch! This is... awful! What's in this tea anyways?"
"Well, it's a secret herbal tea blend made with... well... fish broth." The director replies. "Tuna, specifically. We've found it helps soothe the throat better than any other fish we've tried."
Sure enough the man is able to sing again! He hits all his notes and gives an exemplary performance.
At the end of the auditions, he finds the director that gave him the tea. "So... what did you think? Did I get the part or not?" He asks.
"I'm sorry," said the director, "you performed well, but we've decided to give the part to someone else."
"That's OK," the man says, "I'm just really grateful for the Opera-Tuna-Tea."
I guess coffee isn't his cup of tea.
I said “I don’t know, Son. I don’t think that would be my cup of tea.”
But I didn't really want to. It's not my cup of tea.
Brother: let me try that strawberry lemonade Takes sip and makes an awful face cause it was sour Yeah that is not my cup of tea.
Her: that's because it's strawberry lemonade.
I had to step out because I was laughing too hard.
First: Blimey, It's windy
Second: No, It's Thursday
Third: So am I, let's get a cup of tea
I said, No thanks, that's not my cup of tea.
Then a cup of tea is not your cup of tea
It wasn't his cup of tea.
Two cups of tea... Because it's tea & tea...
It's not my cup of tea
You're just not my cup of tea.
Because it's not my cup of tea
I said that's not my cup of tea
It wasn't my cup of tea
