From the latest installment of
What the FUCK Friday:As Garfield (the president, not the cat) would say, "I don't DO mornings." Not at all. So, when it looked like this morning was shaping up to be a big bowl of Frosted Bullshit Flakes, I knew there was only one thing that could make it bearable: Dunkin Donuts, where $2 buys me a large caffeinated cup of extra-light, no sugar happiness. (Screw you and your $8 coffee, Starbucks.) However, feeding the monkey on my back made me witness to one of the most vile and subtle forms of child abuse that I have ever had the misfortune of viewing.
Some yuppie, leather handbag of a woman, bought her eight year old son an iced carmel late.
What. The. Fuck?
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