…is still a donut, if you don’t mind, but SOMEBODY has been to Troy’s Donuts around the corner on Hwy 105 from Worsham Street in Texas and not to Krispy Kreme on the Sumter Highway up the road from Casa de Canterbury. Aha – BUSTED, you daffy old twit.
The Red Man knows his donut holes and will not tolerate the skullduggery of the old woman Slow – who is surprisingly easy to sniff out about her AWOL trips to the ‘Hood without permission from moi. BTW, did she arrange for a substitute editor in her absence? I think not. Worthless.
No KK has the deluxe trucks that Troy’s does so that’s a Donut Destination Revelation. Ha. Foiled again.
Oldest Huss Brother Oscar started Troy Tradition many moons ago with the old woman Slow.
George, the youngest Huss Brother, thinks it was a good idea.
Middle Huss Brother Dwight agrees as long as donuts are chocolate.
But mostly, Dwight’s happiest about the ride on a fire truck…
…while George discovers the horn honking experience. Never underestimate the power of the kindness of strangers.
So Pretty seems thrilled to have Slow back at Casa de Canterbury this week and doesn’t even mind her middle of the night Australian Open viewings. That Pretty has a lot more patience with her than I do. As for me, I consider it to be rude to make an unscheduled trip to Worsham and I will do my best to punish her. Hm.
Get me outta here Percy. I feel the urge to pee with a purpose…
Huss Brothers on Worsham