Stop in for a cup of coffee

No it ain't butt hurt, it's the images of your buddy you'd roomed with for a year, served with for 4 years, laying across a desert roadway north of Ramadi and his squad mates needing over an hour and a half to pick up his body parts that were scattered by some ******* towel head suicide bomber.

There's only one thing in this world that makes me cringe and it's that term.