When I went to the bakery down the road to get a Belgian bun for lunch, the chap ahead of me in the queue was large, be-tattooed, be-ringed, and asking for a jam doughnut. It was for his dog, he told the amused cashier. The dog is five. And will be having steak for dinner. The man also bought a gingerbread flower. No clue as to who that was for.
PATTOTE: Better living through Romans. Crazy. These.