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Number One Biker Boy is so smart. He found a good use for Starbucks coffee!

The Starbucks give-away pack of their house roast, which has been sitting in our freezer for over a year, has finally found it's rightful place in our house. I got the free pack when I was coaxed into attending a free coffee-tasting session in Starbucks with the Baguio Writers Group. We were promised an enlightening spiel on the history of coffee. I shouldn't have been surprised when what we got was only really a history of Starbucks. Horrors! Generations of coffee drinkers will never know that this wondrous bean actually originates from Ethiopia, and they will spend the rest of their lives believing that Starbucks coffee that tastes like crap is worth their money.

People, it's cool to buy local! If you don't already know (I have intelligent readers, after all) you can buy a delicious mix of coffee beans in our beloved public market. You can even experiment with your own mixes! Instead of sending your money down the Starbucks drain, save up and invest in a quality coffeemaker, buy locally grown coffee, and brew the good stuff at home and at work! My next dream acquisition is a coffee bean roaster.

But perhaps I shouldn't complain too much. Thanks to Starbucks, our toilet now smells oh so good!


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