It's morning. I'm not sure I "get" Mourning.. Heh.
So I'm up and the coffee in the, very slow to better make me insaN!e coffee pot, is half way done and I grab a donut. For breakfast. Shut up!
Oh good and sugary, shimmary covered in heaven, cake donut! Make love to my intestines! Tease my tongue and powder my fingers. Wait!! Little donut, you are wet,Slimy and gross!
WTF. How can a donut living in a protective plastic house - with walls and a roof and little plastic chairs for their wee donut bums- go from heaven in an oh to icky ucky goo over night? That's just rude!
I put the slimenut back, because babies will eat anything, and opened the box of glazed donuts.
What? You go to the store and adopt, for the purpose of cannibalizing, a box of cake donuts and see if you are strong enough to resist the captive goodness of the glazed.
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