My stash
Lolo and I spent a good amount of time in Jersey in August and I had developed a taste for the crack juice they sell out there. Every morning went something like this, “Oh look, Dunkin’ Donuts! (tire screech).” Afternoon, “Hey, is that a Dunkin’ Donuts? (engine revs, whiplash).” Midnight would roll around, “I wonder if there’s a Dunkin’ Donuts around here.” At one point my head nearly exploded when one of those blue service signs on the road pointed to two in different directions. So when we were at the airport and I was getting depressed, I saw this magical little bag and I think the clouds parted for a minute.
Alas, the bag is not bottomless.
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