Dawgy
07-20-2001, 10:01 AM
i like donuts. every morning i have donuts. donut holes to be specific. little bite size donuts i can eat as i check my stats. they make my day. nobody should fuck with my donuts.
this morning i go to the usual donut place. i ordered the usual two dozen holes and a coke. but today, the donut lady gave me a nasty look. you know the look. the one your girlfriend gives you when you tell her what you really wanna do with that jar of vaseline and the baseball bat she got you for your birthday. for a minute there i thought her head might actually explode. that, or she was constipated. either way, i knew it wasn't a good look.
"i'm sorry sir, i can only sell you one dozen holes today."
did i miss something? they're rationing donuts now? surely this isnt a good sign. maybe we are at war and i didnt know it. soldiers need their donut holes you know. all that sugar makes them trigger happy. i asked whats up.
she says they had a call in order. someone's coming to get 12 dozen holes. she only has 13 dozen made. if i take 2, she'll have to make another. and we all know you can't just make 12 holes. she offers to chop up a donut for me.
now, i dont know what bothers me the most.. the fact that someone would call in an order for 12 dozen donut holes. or that she would actually offer me a chopped up donut. surely there are laws. i mean chopping up a donut? i can see her now. back in the kitchen. meat cleaver in hand. chopping up donuts. oh the humanity.
i politely declined the offer of massacred donuts and took a chocolate covered one instead. its good. but its not a donut hole.
there's a new donut shop opening soon and i'll be giving them a try. hopefully they will realize how important it is for me to get my two dozen donut holes each morning. real donut holes. not chopped up donuts.
maybe i'll call in my donut order for tomorrow. http://bbs.adultwebmasterinfo.com/ubb/biggrin.gif
this morning i go to the usual donut place. i ordered the usual two dozen holes and a coke. but today, the donut lady gave me a nasty look. you know the look. the one your girlfriend gives you when you tell her what you really wanna do with that jar of vaseline and the baseball bat she got you for your birthday. for a minute there i thought her head might actually explode. that, or she was constipated. either way, i knew it wasn't a good look.
"i'm sorry sir, i can only sell you one dozen holes today."
did i miss something? they're rationing donuts now? surely this isnt a good sign. maybe we are at war and i didnt know it. soldiers need their donut holes you know. all that sugar makes them trigger happy. i asked whats up.
she says they had a call in order. someone's coming to get 12 dozen holes. she only has 13 dozen made. if i take 2, she'll have to make another. and we all know you can't just make 12 holes. she offers to chop up a donut for me.
now, i dont know what bothers me the most.. the fact that someone would call in an order for 12 dozen donut holes. or that she would actually offer me a chopped up donut. surely there are laws. i mean chopping up a donut? i can see her now. back in the kitchen. meat cleaver in hand. chopping up donuts. oh the humanity.
i politely declined the offer of massacred donuts and took a chocolate covered one instead. its good. but its not a donut hole.
there's a new donut shop opening soon and i'll be giving them a try. hopefully they will realize how important it is for me to get my two dozen donut holes each morning. real donut holes. not chopped up donuts.
maybe i'll call in my donut order for tomorrow. http://bbs.adultwebmasterinfo.com/ubb/biggrin.gif