Here is his post:

Dunkin Donuts, you and I are finished.

I know it’s always been a tenuous relationship. I’ve long known that the delicious smell wafting out of the building will never be matched by the taste of any of the baked goods within. I know that, at this point, donuts are a sideline item for you, and that Fred the Baker is gone, his duties long since shifted to some assembly line.

I know I’ll always be in line behind a construction worker buying 11 coffees for his coworkers. I know if I buy my special (Mt. Dew and a donut) and hand you exact change ($2.30), you’ll count it, then ask me if I want anything else. I know the mathematical formula by which the hurry I’m in is directly proportional to the number of people in front of me buying egg-and-cheese sandwiches.

And I’ve long known that I hate your coffee. Seriously hate it. Honestly, I wouldn’t drink it if I were having a coughing fit in the desert.

But this was the last straw. My soda was flat and my Boston Creme donut was 90% cake and 10% cream. It takes a special kind of determination to eff up a donut and a soda.

So thanks for everything. It’s not you; it’s me. Actually, that’s a lie. It’s you.

Source: BunkoSquad