Jenn Martinelli cringes whenever that Papelbon butt-slap ad comes on:

... I can't even follow the point of the commercial because I'm so distressed by the dumber than dirt look on Papelbon's face. He just looks so stupid. Like he's trying to figure out something really hard, not act in a Dunkin Donuts commercial.

Earlier:
Stunt butt!

Boston Police report they had grounds to arrest a Dorchester couple following an alleged coffee-rage incident at a Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru at 845 Morrissey Blvd. last night:

Reta Rampino writes in to relay the following:

Early Monday morning at Dunkin' Donuts on Spring Street in West Roxbury, while my friend, Kim K. was getting a coffee, a fight broke out between two of the dozen students that were sitting at the tables. They were from the High School/Complex, or whatever they turned Westie into. The fight involved two girls, Kim didn't see what had happened, she was pushed into the corner with other people. One of the girls was screaming and the other was yelling, "Bitch, I told you that I would cut you." The police were called and were there in less than 3 minutes, the entire incident was over within 5 minutes. Kim says there was blood and coffee all over the floor, but no one was seriously injured.

Via Amy Derjue comes the news that Rick Pitino and two partners are opening 17 Dunkin' Donuts shops in Kentucky.

Along with his partners, he also owns 35 Outback Steakhouses in California.

Fox In Detox suggests the entire city of Boston take some anger-management classes, and stat. She offers as proof an incident this morning involving a woman in a car screaming her head off in anger at a van that the driver of her car had just cut off in a mad, failed attempt to get into a Dunkin' Donuts, thereby blocking traffic, including her:

... So I did the only thing I could think to do. I smiled the biggest, sweetest smile anyone has ever seen and waved to her, like I knew her... then I blew her a kiss... but for some reason, it didn't work. She wasn't cheered up. She stopped her tirade, a look of almost recognition flickering on her face for like... a second, then she rolled down her window and started screaming and swearing even louder! I smiled and waved some more, blew her another kiss...but again, it didn't seem to help, she was practically clawing her way out the car window with the driver clinging to her coat. Just then, the car moved forward abruptly. This startled the woman out of her rage and made her lose her balance. Then the light changed and traffic started to move forward. I waved one more time, blew one final kiss and moved with the traffic. Out of my side view mirror, I could see her running across the parking lot towards me, left arm extended, middle finger raised. I'm sure she was just trying to thank me for making her feel better. ...

Japan Grown Masshole Wannabe discovers a tie between Dice-K and the Double D that goes far deeper than that Japanese sign out in right field.

No more Rachael Ray but plenty of TMBG commercials (only without John Goodman on voiceover). She's even gone from the Web site. Thank you, Dunk's! Please, please, please say this is permanent!

Mike Ball posts his personal story about the soon-to-be-gone Dunkin' Donuts sign in Brighton. He starts by saying it's better than any you might have about the sign. And after reading it, I have to agree. With a special bonus message for all you people convinced Harvard plans to screw the neighborhood - seems they were doing it even in 1969.

Latte-serving baristas at McDonald's.