I am now chock full o’donuts and coffee. I always want my goddamned donuts on Monday, but the Deutschbags at my favorite bakery (Siebert Konditorei, the finest bakery in P’berg and possibly Berlin, reviewed by my damn self here) like to close for THREE FUCKING DAYS. Saturday, Sunday and Monday there is no joy in Donutville; the commies take a long weekend. So on Tuesdays I overcompensate, jamming about 3 of those tasty fuckers down my gullet, washed down with a SECOND large cup of Turkish coffee. And let me tells ye: I make coffee strong enough to kill an African Bull Elephant on crack. It is basically 4 heaping spoons of the strongest espresso I can buy, thrown into a bowl-sized cup with boiling water; stir thoroughly. Et voila: productive human.
Well, wired and goofy anyway. I just watched the latest episode of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart; Denis Leary was his guest. He was double plugging his new toilet reading book AND his upcoming stand up special “Douchebags and Donuts.” A man after my own heart, I must say. Not because I am a donut muncher of clinically dangerous proportions, not because his use of the words ‘douchebag’ and ‘donuts’ together is strangely similar to a Dunkin’ Berliner rant about Deutschbags and donuts (every other blog post, really), but because I happened to be munching on my donuts while watching him do his shtick. Not planned, just one of those random moments of epiphany; a moment of clarity that donutoholics refer to as ‘total fucking coincidence.’
I am curious how Leary’s latest rants will be handed down to us mere mortals. After a decade of his bad self getting famous ranting on the joys of cigarettes, on being an asshole, and being accused of stealing Bill Hick’s style and stuff—I just wanna see if donuts are the new cigarettes. Cuz, y’know, I’m curious like. I would like to imagine loads of people clicking on the ‘buy me a donut’ link (above right, hint hint) so much that my local commie bakery would be FORCED to stay open all weekend AND Mondays just to keep up with the new demand. I would also welcome many stories of donut addiction, treatment centers, condolences on my ‘affliction’ and spam about a miracle cure to donutoholism.
But really I’m just hoping someone will say “HEY, LEARY!!! You stole your routine from Dunkin’ Berliner!”