What's this all about donuts in the bathroom you ask? Let me tell you.
A few weeks back, I came home on a Sunday afternoon. I went into my bathroom to find a box of donuts (not even the good kind) next to the toilet. Apparently Douchebag had drank a wee bit too much the night before and got sick. And he thought donuts would help him feel better. I often eat donuts while sitting on the can. But since he is in his own world, much like Shirley, he didn't even think to clean up after himself.
And that my friends is my story about finding donuts in the bathroom.
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