So David comes in an says, “What do you want for breakfast?” “Get thee behind me Satan, I tell him, then order a donut from Dunkin Donuts, the kind with chocolate on the top and custard in the middle. I ate donuts along with a bag of Fritos, every day all the way through high school, but I haven’t had a donut in months, and now and then I get a craving for one. I am addicted to GASS. (Grease, alcohol, sugar and salt). Just kidding. A day or two ago, I read Tom Sightings post on death and yesterday Arkansas Patti’s post on how she fell apart on reaching 70 which I will do in two months (reach 70).
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“If I am going to die, it will be with a donut in my hand,” I tell him. He repeated it to the guy at the Dunkin shop who “Laughed so hard he almost had a heart attack.”
I suppose DD’s business has been affected by the recent push to eat right and exercise and all that stuff which should help us live to be really old people. Oh good, now ‘Medicare’ can go bankrupt twice as fast as all the baby boomers extend their lives to 100. Well, I won’t be around to see it because I eat a donut every six months.