As a homeowner who takes pride in my property and cares about the well-being of animals, I find myself constantly frustrated by a common trend in my neighborhood: the prevalence of so-called "outdoor cats."
My partner tickles me and thinks it's playful and flirty. It's annoying and doesn't get me in a sexy mood. How do I tell him to stop without it hurting his feelings?
Like every Buff Boy, coffee is needed to start my day. Let's be honest: that goes for most people.
With any senseless murder in the United States, naturally the whole gun control debate comes up.
Howdy, folks, let me tell you about my recent trip to Nashville, Tenn.
When we travel, the last thing we want to worry about is bringing one more device, one more cord, one more cord for that one more device. But, hear me out. This one is worth it... and you barely need any space for it.
My partner is one of those people that whips out his phone and records conflict and drama in public. He's "that guy" that's always trying to get viral social media content of confrontations and fights. How can I tell him to stop?
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, a kind of internal audit of my own emotional responses, and it's led me down a fascinating, slightly unsettling rabbit hole.
There's something irresistibly comforting about a rich, creamy chocolate pudding. For me, it's a nostalgic trip back to childhood, but I've always loved finding ways to elevate classic desserts. My latest obsession? Infusing that deep, decadent chocolate flavor with the robust kick of quality coffee -- Buff Boy Brewing coffee, of course! (Come on, like we're gonna push low-end Folgers or something??)
The joys of homeownership! Ben, bless his heart, as his fellow southern folk would say. He was practically bursting with pride.
For a while now, I’ve been observing a phenomenon that, frankly, has grown beyond a mere trend and morphed into a pervasive cultural expectation. It’s the insistent whisper – or often, a shout – that everyone needs to be a content creator.
Many people are into meditation or relaxation music (or both) to chill out at the end of the day -- or even to reduce stress during a trying day. I've tried 'em, they're not my thing.
I'm an introvert but my partner is an extrovert. He's the life of the party and I like staying home and having quiet nights. He insists we go out and do more but I have no interest in that. Should I be more social or should he be less social?
I'm learning there is a lot to see and do at Pier 39 in San Francisco.
Like many TV viewers, I find myself occasionally drawn to the flashing lights and siren calls of reality cop shows. "Body Cam," "PD Cam," "Police 24/7" – they offer a glimpse into the daily grind of law enforcement, a ride-along from the comfort (and safety) of my couch.
We couldn't let a 4th of July go by without stripping down and playing with our meat. It's barbecue time! And maybe a little beer. Maybe a little lot of beer. OK, beer. Let's just leave it at that. Mind your own business!
As I sit here, reflecting on my experiences as an American, I am reminded of the peculiar phenomenon that seems to permeate our culture: the unwavering conviction that our country is the best in the world.
If there's one thing we're known for around these parts it's our hair and skin. And that skin has seen its share of needles to maintain our famous plastic Hollywood faces!
Crème brûlée, with its smooth, creamy custard base and satisfyingly brittle, caramelized sugar crust, is a classic dessert for a reason. But what if we could elevate it with a touch of rich, roasted flavor? Enter: Buff! This recipe combines the traditional crème brûlée technique with the bold notes of Buff Boy coffee for a truly unforgettable dessert experience.
Just a few days ago, as the lazy Los Angeles afternoon melted into evening, I caught a news segment that stopped me in my tracks. It was about how students are falling (even more) behind and the pandemic didn't help and yadda-yadda-yadda. It showed a bunch of B-roll of sad kids for added emphasis.
A trip to San Francisco wouldn't be complete without a visit to the Golden Gate Bridge. While most tourists long to drive or even walk across it, I decided to go underneath with our friends at Adventure Cat Sailing Charters on Pier 39.
I enjoy most of my co-workers but one of them is so loud and talks too much. Whenever she comes over to talk to people near me it's distracting and annoying. Her shrill voice and loud laugh are obnoxious. I think others are bothered by it. How should I get her to stop?
Collin is definitely no Gabe when it comes to pitiful dance moves but he fancies himself a showman when it comes to weddings. His reputation for, uh, unique dance moves precedes him. We've all witnessed the… enthusiasm… he brings to Buff Loft.
I’m only in my early 30s, yet lately, I’ve found myself uttering phrases like, “Kids these days,” or shaking my head at what I perceive as a general decline in… well, everything.
