Howdy, y'all! It's 11 degrees in Augusta, Maine on this fine Sunday morning. It looks like Old Man Winter has finally arrived in New England. I am not happy about this. Let me splain to our newer readers. I am from Texas. It is warm in Texas for 50 weeks of the year. I like it warm. Where I live is next to Canada. Canada is cold 50 weeks a year. Plus Canadians talk funny and call one of their coins a "loony". I ain't kiddin'. Therefore, the choice is simple. I choose Cancun. Remember this story as you stop off at Dunkin Donuts on the way too Church this morning. But as the Good Book says, Jesus came to save the sinner, not the righteous. There's some good sinnin' going on in this story. Amen.
Melissa Redmond works the overnight shift at one of the local Dunkin Donuts in Parsippany and it seems that she was serving more than donuts and coffee to some of her customers. After receiving a tip from an informant, cops set up surveillance and observed Melissa leaving her post in the store to go to the cars of select customers, stay for 10 or 15 minutes and then return to work. It didn't take long for the cops to catch on so Melissa the Donut Ho was arrested for selling "Extra Sugar". Dumbass.
One of the first things that popped into my mind when I read this story was why in the name of all that is Holy would someone some sell their "coolatta" from a donut shop? Think about it. Donuts. Cops. Those two go together like Justin Bieber music and syrup of ipecac. But, I digress.
The moral to the story is twofold. First, being a hooker is bad. Second, being a hooker where a cops shows up every five minutes is just plain stoopid. If a woman wants to sell her "creme filled" pastry, sell it where the cops DO NOT show up! Like at a Likker Store. :)
Dumbass.
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