by Fed2thewolves April 15, 2019
by BigShaq/Mansnothaut December 06, 2019
When one dips their testicles in a hand soap dispenser at a public restroom, Truckstop shower to motel room.
by Badtrucker April 27, 2019
by Bambi Atwood December 16, 2017
by Eric Fleishman September 02, 2022
A siren’s call to specific action. A distant whisper song that one can hear on a typical fog mist morning drive, traveling through twisty and mangle-branched woods of New England— calling you to Dunkin for coffee.
It wasn’t a typical need for coffee this morning. I had the full experience of a New England Dunkin’ Run. I felt that intoxicating lure to the glowing Dunkin’ sign peaking through the grey and pulling us to the black nectar; an elixir of sweetness and cream, welcoming but disguising the sensual bitter bite of darkness. A potion that provides all New England life energy. We wait in single-file until finally we are able to procure the cure to Mondays; holding that power in our own hands. Our pulses quicken as we accept the gift despite the cost. Euphoria washes over us as we sip mana. Our senses become sharp. Our eyes and minds focus. We are on fire. We are wicked prepared and our work days begin.
by BeckyJean 603 August 05, 2022
Rodridgo and Stephanie had the Dunkin Donuts Diarrhea today and they were shitting for 45 minutes straight in the Dunkin Donuts bathrooms and made a huge ass mess all over the toilet with diarrhea all over the bathroom stall. All of the employees had to clean their mess up and Rodridgo and Stephanie went to Walgreens to buy Pepto Bismol because their diarrhea was severe and they both went home smelling like gorilla shit and they had to take 3 hour showers.
by DunkinDonutsSavage7233 December 25, 2022