A few days ago, I was chatting with Michelle, and telling her about how I tragically missed an opportunity to use our new dogg raincoats that morning. It was raining and it totally escaped me to put the new coats on them for their walk. I’m a complete git when it comes to remembering irregular things, especially in the morning. I usually remember things like putting on pants, but anything more out of the ordinary is completely lost on me until it becomes ordinary. Vicious cycle.

So, I said to Michelle:

I totally forgot to put the rain coats on the doggs this morning. We were almost all the way back home before I realized what a donut I am.

My use of the word “donut” sparked my curiosity. I figured I should hit the Internets and look up some pictures of donuts on the Google. It might be funny, for example, to find an absurdly large donut. Enter: Google Images. This is what I found:

I find myself needing to know more. Why is the donut so mad? Why is it wearing bling? The donut’s arms seem abnormally large compared to his legs. Is this a normal characteristic of angry donuts, or is this one a freak? Is that jelly filling he seems to be crapping out the back?

His bad attitude is starting to bum me out.