this morning #1373.

this morning, i made a run down to dunky’s at the ass crack of dawn. grabbed a box o’ joe & few dozen munchkins and hustled back to the house. the boys should be there within the hour, ready to get the pahty stahted. no more than ten seconds after i got in the front door, my old lady asks “where’s my croissant?” i spewed a few choice curse words. tossed a few dollars in the swear jah. i’d totally friggin’ forgot. i put the coffee & shit down on the kitchen table. hopped back in the cah. lit up a smoke. headed back to dunky’s for her stupid croissant. jesus christ. why can’t she just eat donuts like a normal chick? i guess that’s what my dumb ass gets for marrying up.