It's 2am I'm
tripping my balls off in the 24-hour
Ottawa, Kansas Wal-Mart.
My sweet angelic roommate is busy dancing with
Pikachu, while I'm getting distracted by
donuts. You heard me I was preoccupied with the sweet
tasty treats behind the glass doors.
Of course I didn't want to eat any because I was tripping, but I couldn't stop staring at them. They were fucking beautiful, dude. I have never seen such a sight before.
All these freshly baked, perfectly iced donuts. There were no empty spots. Every donut had a friend and every friend had a donut.
It wasn't like when you go to the bakery at 9am on a Sunday, and the donuts have been ransacked like a meth lab on Cops. The donuts were all lined up so perfectly just waiting, and hoping to someday fulfill their donut dreams.
But there I was I couldn't eat a bite because damnit the donuts are so fucking pretty.