I' m sitting at heme and I get a craving for same gland ' fashion homemade glazed
doughnuts. Threw an my slippers and hop an my mum' s bike, which is lacking
same adequate air pressure. Pedal hard and fast ten get tn the bakery; pull up with
my tunes blasting through my headphones. Walk in smooth as vanilla; ask the fine
young woman behind the till "Can I please get a glazed doughnuts?"
Manners is always a must). "Sure", she replies. I walk out and stuff two glorious
doughnuts nitwits my gullet. Leek into my bag at , see that I have five left;
realize that she gave me an extra doughnut. Leeks like things are getting pretty
serious between us.
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