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For whatever reason the Starbucks near our office has boxes of espresso beans stacked down their back hallway.  Yesterday I found that they’re also keeping a stack of boxes in the men's restroom.  So if you happen to be sitting in the Louisville, Colorado Starbucks, and you find your latte tastes a little like my ass, now you know ...

I’m still holding out.  I’m holding my ground.  I refuse to use the goofy names for cup sizes at Starbucks.  Tall = small?  Whatever.  Let’s be honest:  It’s not a “grande mocha.”  It’s a “medium enema.”  I will not argue about this.

My wife and I celebrated our eighth anniversary last night.  Each year around this time we like to reflect on our accomplishments, our relationship, and all the various manners of passive aggression we're using to destroy each other's hopes of happiness.  This year we also used the event to discuss our finances.  We've come to ...

 – I don't like paying money for trees.  It seems weird.  Our planet is covered in trees, but now there are people holding baby trees hostage.  Meanwhile, only God can make a tree, and He’s not getting any of the proceeds.  So to summarize, the tree people are tearing down a rainforest each ...

Walking through the bookstore on our coffee break, Richard stopped, turned to the rest of us, and pointed to this month's Architectural Digest.  It had gold embossing on the cover, declaring this issue the ''Architecture Issue.''  Richard said nothing.  He just kept looking at us, his finger pressed on the words ...