A tragic morning at the Secret Lair…

…as we say goodbye to the last dregs of a dear old friend.

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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7 Responses to A tragic morning at the Secret Lair…

  1. coloradohermit says:

    Hope you’re adequately supplied with plan B coffee to keep you caffeinated and functioning.

  2. Ben says:

    RIP House Blend. Will that can be properly interred in your private cemetery?

  3. Robert says:

    In lieu of flowers, send coffee.

    Joel: lacking a fridge, what do you use for creamer, if any?

  4. jed says:

    Creamer? As in, coffee adulterated with … other things?

    I’ve been mixing the TJ’s “Joe” and “Dark”. Comes out pretty good.

    I’m curious how Joel likes the Sumatran.

  5. Joel says:

    Creamer? What is this “creamer” of which you speak?

  6. Robert says:

    Creamer = Diversity. Or something. Not awake yet. Waiting for some mediocre coffee to kick in.

To the stake with the heretic!