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Java ... no Hutt!

Yuh, you can pretty much find anything on the internet.
I got a piece of artwork, the first piece I've bought for the new house. It was on clearance, (of course) and it says JAVA. It's really nice, in the colors I'm aiming at, it fits perfect in it's little nook, and my kids ..... are very confused.
I expect in most houses, you would have to explain to the 5 yr old and the 7yr old, What exactly Java means ...... but in our house, not so much.
I had to explain, Java is NOT a Hutt! Java is coffee, the Hutt is Jabba.
They didn't quite get it, and they think it's pretty funny that I have a hutt coffee cup on my wall.
I have to say though, I am quite proud. :)

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