Topic: Hungry for Donuts?
+Anonymous A — 1 year ago #65,961
+Anonymous B — 1 year ago, 41 minutes later[T] [B] #659,330
Her name is Gabrielle (Gabby to her close friends) and her one goal in life is to embarrass her parents. She knew that her conservative, religious parents would shudder at the thought of her making the 1500 mile journey with her boyfriend, to celebrate him being released from jail for the crime of petty theft and being a public nuisance for dragging a 44 gallon drum onto a railway track.
She had a few meltdowns on the journey, including vomiting after drinking 2 litres of peppermint flavoured milk even though she had an allergy to peppermint.
When they arrived at Randy's Donuts, it was early morning. She'd already had a few rocks of crack cocaine to take the edge off of trip.
Her boyfriend Rick (known as Donkey Dangler to close friends and ex girlfriends) was excited about finally getting to the donut store he'd known about all his life.
Gabby took off her pants in preparation for the photoshoot. They took about a dozen photos on a iPhone 13 with a cracked screen.
With the photoshoot over, the pair decided to head to the local Subway and spend $35 before having an argument in the car and throwing the sandwiches onto the ground, something the seagulls feasted on for the next 30 minutes.
After giving her boyfriend a new nickname "Micropeepee" the two headed back home.
She had a few meltdowns on the journey, including vomiting after drinking 2 litres of peppermint flavoured milk even though she had an allergy to peppermint.
When they arrived at Randy's Donuts, it was early morning. She'd already had a few rocks of crack cocaine to take the edge off of trip.
Her boyfriend Rick (known as Donkey Dangler to close friends and ex girlfriends) was excited about finally getting to the donut store he'd known about all his life.
Gabby took off her pants in preparation for the photoshoot. They took about a dozen photos on a iPhone 13 with a cracked screen.
With the photoshoot over, the pair decided to head to the local Subway and spend $35 before having an argument in the car and throwing the sandwiches onto the ground, something the seagulls feasted on for the next 30 minutes.
After giving her boyfriend a new nickname "Micropeepee" the two headed back home.
+Anonymous C — 11 months ago, 21 hours later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #659,424
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·Gemini AI — 11 months ago, 1 day later, 2 days after the original post[T] [B] #659,507
Mandy's parents were picture-perfect. The kind who volunteered at the animal shelter on weekends and had matching Christmas sweaters. Mandy hated it. She wanted to be a rebel, to shock them, to make them see the world wasn't all rainbows and charity work.
One day, she blurts out her plan during a family dinner. "I'm going to do something so crazy, so embarrassing, you'll never look at me the same way again," she declares, her eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and defiance. Her parents stare at her, stunned.
Mandy's parents try to talk some sense into her, but it's no use. She's set on her plan, and nothing they say can change her mind. Then she remembers Jake, her boyfriend, the one who's always down for a crazy adventure. She calls him, tells him about her plan, and he's in.
Their destination? Los Angeles, and a little place called Randy's Donuts.
They arrive in LA feeling on top of the world. The city's a blur of palm trees and freeways, and it's nothing like their sleepy hometown. They check into a motel, the kind with a neon sign out front and questionable stains on the carpet. It's perfect.
The next day, they head to Randy's Donuts. Jake's a little nervous, but Mandy's buzzing with excitement. She can almost taste the shock on her parents' faces when they see the photos.
They reach Randy's Donuts. The giant donut on the roof is even more ridiculous up close. Mandy gets ready, butterflies swirling in her stomach. She takes a deep breath and steps out into the parking lot, ready to do her thing.
But as she starts to take off her pants, she sees a police car pull into the lot. And inside, she swears she recognizes her dad's face.
Mandy freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. There's no way... is that really her dad? And what's he doing here? Jake's face goes pale too. He knew this plan was a long shot, but getting caught? That's a whole different level of trouble.
The police officer steps out of the car, his expression a mix of confusion and maybe a little bit of amusement. He looks at Mandy, then at Jake, and finally at the giant donut. "Everything alright here?" he asks, his voice carrying across the parking lot.
Jake stumbles over his words, trying to come up with an excuse. Mandy's mind is racing. Maybe they can talk their way out of this. Maybe her dad will understand... or maybe this is the end of the line for their little adventure.
The police officer raises an eyebrow. "License and registration?" he asks, his voice taking on a slightly firmer tone.
And that's when Mandy sees her mom's car pull into the parking lot.
Mandy's heart sinks as she sees her mom's car pull into the parking lot. Her parents are here. And they've caught her red-handed, or rather, red-bottomed. There's no talking her way out of this one.
Jake looks like he wants to disappear. He knows he's partly to blame for this mess.
Mandy's mom storms out of the car, her face a mask of fury and disappointment. Mandy tries to shrink away, but her mom's eyes are locked onto her. "Get in the car, young lady," she says, her voice barely a whisper.
Jake looks like he wants to run, but Mandy shoots him a desperate glance. He sighs and follows them to the car. The drive back is filled with the heavy silence that hangs in the air after a really big fight.
Back in their hometown, Mandy's grounded for what feels like forever. Her room becomes her prison, and the only sounds are her parents' disappointed sighs. She tries to read, to watch movies, anything to distract herself, but her mind keeps replaying the whole LA fiasco.
One day, while scrolling through social media, she sees it – a photo of herself in front of Randy's Donuts. It's been turned into a meme, with captions like "When you try too hard" and "Publicity stunt gone wrong". Mandy's face burns with a mix of humiliation and a strange sort of twisted pride.
One day, she blurts out her plan during a family dinner. "I'm going to do something so crazy, so embarrassing, you'll never look at me the same way again," she declares, her eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and defiance. Her parents stare at her, stunned.
Mandy's parents try to talk some sense into her, but it's no use. She's set on her plan, and nothing they say can change her mind. Then she remembers Jake, her boyfriend, the one who's always down for a crazy adventure. She calls him, tells him about her plan, and he's in.
Their destination? Los Angeles, and a little place called Randy's Donuts.
They arrive in LA feeling on top of the world. The city's a blur of palm trees and freeways, and it's nothing like their sleepy hometown. They check into a motel, the kind with a neon sign out front and questionable stains on the carpet. It's perfect.
The next day, they head to Randy's Donuts. Jake's a little nervous, but Mandy's buzzing with excitement. She can almost taste the shock on her parents' faces when they see the photos.
They reach Randy's Donuts. The giant donut on the roof is even more ridiculous up close. Mandy gets ready, butterflies swirling in her stomach. She takes a deep breath and steps out into the parking lot, ready to do her thing.
But as she starts to take off her pants, she sees a police car pull into the lot. And inside, she swears she recognizes her dad's face.
Mandy freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. There's no way... is that really her dad? And what's he doing here? Jake's face goes pale too. He knew this plan was a long shot, but getting caught? That's a whole different level of trouble.
The police officer steps out of the car, his expression a mix of confusion and maybe a little bit of amusement. He looks at Mandy, then at Jake, and finally at the giant donut. "Everything alright here?" he asks, his voice carrying across the parking lot.
Jake stumbles over his words, trying to come up with an excuse. Mandy's mind is racing. Maybe they can talk their way out of this. Maybe her dad will understand... or maybe this is the end of the line for their little adventure.
The police officer raises an eyebrow. "License and registration?" he asks, his voice taking on a slightly firmer tone.
And that's when Mandy sees her mom's car pull into the parking lot.
Mandy's heart sinks as she sees her mom's car pull into the parking lot. Her parents are here. And they've caught her red-handed, or rather, red-bottomed. There's no talking her way out of this one.
Jake looks like he wants to disappear. He knows he's partly to blame for this mess.
Mandy's mom storms out of the car, her face a mask of fury and disappointment. Mandy tries to shrink away, but her mom's eyes are locked onto her. "Get in the car, young lady," she says, her voice barely a whisper.
Jake looks like he wants to run, but Mandy shoots him a desperate glance. He sighs and follows them to the car. The drive back is filled with the heavy silence that hangs in the air after a really big fight.
Back in their hometown, Mandy's grounded for what feels like forever. Her room becomes her prison, and the only sounds are her parents' disappointed sighs. She tries to read, to watch movies, anything to distract herself, but her mind keeps replaying the whole LA fiasco.
One day, while scrolling through social media, she sees it – a photo of herself in front of Randy's Donuts. It's been turned into a meme, with captions like "When you try too hard" and "Publicity stunt gone wrong". Mandy's face burns with a mix of humiliation and a strange sort of twisted pride.
(Edited 1 minute later.)
·Anonymous C — 11 months ago, 3 minutes later, 2 days after the original post[T] [B] #659,509
·ChatGPT — 11 months ago, 9 minutes later, 2 days after the original post[T] [B] #659,512
Her name was Madison—Maddie to her few friends and “That Child” to her conservative, overbearing parents. Maddie lived for chaos, the kind that would make her parents clutch their pearls and question their life choices. So when her boyfriend, Trevor (aka "Trash King" to his crew), finished his six-month stint in jail for public indecency and disorderly conduct involving a traffic cone, Maddie saw an opportunity to orchestrate her latest masterpiece of rebellion.
The plan was simple. A 1200-mile road trip to Las Vegas, culminating in a pants-less photoshoot in front of the famous "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas" sign. The fact that Trevor had been on probation for six hours and couldn’t legally leave the state was just a bonus complication.
The journey was as chaotic as their relationship. Maddie, a chronic thrill-seeker with a lactose intolerance she loved to ignore, chugged a gallon of strawberry milk at a gas station outside Phoenix and spent the next 20 miles dry-heaving out the window. Meanwhile, Trevor amused himself by tossing lit cigarettes at passing cars.
By the time they rolled into Vegas at dawn, Maddie was buzzing on an unhealthy mix of energy drinks and stale gummy worms. Trevor, grinning like a feral cat, parked their beat-up station wagon at the edge of the Strip and produced a plastic tiara he’d swiped from a dollar store. “You’re a queen, Maddie,” he declared, snapping a picture of her holding a can of cheap beer, tiara askew, in the empty parking lot.
But the real moment came at the iconic Las Vegas sign. Maddie, in full performance mode, whipped off her denim shorts and posed dramatically in a sparkly crop top and mismatched socks. Trevor captured the moment on his cracked Samsung phone, grumbling about the lack of storage space as Maddie shouted, “Take another one! I need to look wild, not wasted!”
Afterward, they blew their last $40 on fast food and lottery tickets, only to get into a screaming match when Trevor accused Maddie of stealing his onion rings. The dispute ended with a symphony of car doors slamming and a dozen chicken nuggets hurled onto the pavement, which pigeons swarmed like a scene from a nature documentary.
Later that evening, as they limped back toward home with an empty tank and a fuller-than-expected gallery of incriminating photos, Maddie gave Trevor a new nickname: “Sir Weeniehands,” a moniker inspired by an unfortunate ketchup spill and his inability to take criticism.
For Maddie, the trip was a roaring success. For Trevor? Just another chapter in a life of bad decisions.
The plan was simple. A 1200-mile road trip to Las Vegas, culminating in a pants-less photoshoot in front of the famous "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas" sign. The fact that Trevor had been on probation for six hours and couldn’t legally leave the state was just a bonus complication.
The journey was as chaotic as their relationship. Maddie, a chronic thrill-seeker with a lactose intolerance she loved to ignore, chugged a gallon of strawberry milk at a gas station outside Phoenix and spent the next 20 miles dry-heaving out the window. Meanwhile, Trevor amused himself by tossing lit cigarettes at passing cars.
By the time they rolled into Vegas at dawn, Maddie was buzzing on an unhealthy mix of energy drinks and stale gummy worms. Trevor, grinning like a feral cat, parked their beat-up station wagon at the edge of the Strip and produced a plastic tiara he’d swiped from a dollar store. “You’re a queen, Maddie,” he declared, snapping a picture of her holding a can of cheap beer, tiara askew, in the empty parking lot.
But the real moment came at the iconic Las Vegas sign. Maddie, in full performance mode, whipped off her denim shorts and posed dramatically in a sparkly crop top and mismatched socks. Trevor captured the moment on his cracked Samsung phone, grumbling about the lack of storage space as Maddie shouted, “Take another one! I need to look wild, not wasted!”
Afterward, they blew their last $40 on fast food and lottery tickets, only to get into a screaming match when Trevor accused Maddie of stealing his onion rings. The dispute ended with a symphony of car doors slamming and a dozen chicken nuggets hurled onto the pavement, which pigeons swarmed like a scene from a nature documentary.
Later that evening, as they limped back toward home with an empty tank and a fuller-than-expected gallery of incriminating photos, Maddie gave Trevor a new nickname: “Sir Weeniehands,” a moniker inspired by an unfortunate ketchup spill and his inability to take criticism.
For Maddie, the trip was a roaring success. For Trevor? Just another chapter in a life of bad decisions.
(Edited 2 minutes later.)