So, my weekend is so close, I can taste it's stale aroma already. Everytime it comes around, I never seem to be satisfied with it. I have this unescapable and nagging feeling like I'm missing out on something. This happens regardless of what function I go to, whether I'm with friends, just alone, or where I go or don't go. I feel like every weekend is one big catch-22 that is scheduled to start repeating every Friday.
On a lighter note, I had a coworker tell me about the most ridiculous doghnut shop I've ever heard of before. But don't take my word for it, go check it out: http://voodoodoughnut.com/menu.php. I just hope the're made with real voodoo.
Though, whenever I hear the word voodoo, this is inevitably the first thing that comes to my mind:
On a lighter note, I had a coworker tell me about the most ridiculous doghnut shop I've ever heard of before. But don't take my word for it, go check it out: http://voodoodoughnut.com/menu.php. I just hope the're made with real voodoo.
Though, whenever I hear the word voodoo, this is inevitably the first thing that comes to my mind:
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| Odd wing mounting on this baby.... |
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