I'm usually never up at six am unless I haven't slept the night before. This morning, coming home from a very nice rave, I thought that we should stop at
Munchers (a local bakery) since we were hungry, not sleeping any time soon, and
the donuts are so fucking pretty. We pulled up and as we were walking in, we saw not one, not two, not three, but
four police cars in front of the entrance. We walked in and saw the four state troopers sitting at a table eating coffee and donuts. Somehow we managed to keep our insane giggling to a minumum, but we couldn't help laughing about how cliche and
stereotypical that was, but you know, these things have to start somewhere.
And then two girls walk in wearing phat pants, pacifiers, and tripped out grins, what a picture that must have made...