Mr Donut

Once in Japan, a friend of mine burst into my hotel room late at night. He was frantically searching for something. He surveyed the bed, poured over my desk and rummaged through the bathroom.

As he was eyeing up my bags, I asked him what was wrong.

“This afternoon, I remember eating a Mr Donut doughnut. But, I don’t remember finishing it!”

Another of my friends came in and switched on the TV. He immediately flicked to the porn channel.

“Hey, I don’t want to get billed for that crap!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, don’t worry! You get a full five minutes free! Are you going to use it?”

“Hell no!”

“Great! I’ve been maxing out everyone’s, and have scored nearly half an hour of free porn!”

I lost it. “Both of you get out!”

Friend number one reluctantly gave up his search.

“Fine! But if anyone sees a half eaten doughnut, its mine!”

Friend number two, “Alright, Jesus Christ! But if you need me, don’t expect me to respond. I’ll be in the shower.”