Remind me never to go to a 24-hour doughnut place at night again.
My friend and I get there, almost too stoned to function as is
(hence, the sketchy quest for crap food)
and almost walked back out the door immediately.
First of all, the cashier looked like a dirtier version of my ex's older brother
and considering that kid used to be a twakstar, it
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