So, it's Cinco de Mayo. I celebrated by stealing a donut from Krispy Kreme. Yeah, I walked in there when the ol' "Hot Donuts" sign was on. The girl at the counter says to me, she says, "Can I offer you a free donut?" And I says, "May." So she says nothing. I says, "It seems that you CAN not." She stares at me. "You see," I say, "in order to offer me a donut in the proper fashion, you would say, 'MAY I offer you a donut?'" By this time she was quite confused. I asked her if it was too late for me to get that donut. She gave it to me. I said, "Yoink!" and walked out. (She totally thought that I was gonna buy some donuts, but I did nothing of the sort.)
Then I got into a fight with some French guys in the parking lot. They were like, "Zyou owe us mo-ney, incloo-ding fif-ty doughlairez for zat do-nut and ze lot of mo-ney for ozer zduff." I was like, "Nuh unh!" They says, they says, "Zen ve fight!" I won, but then they came back with a bunch of their buddies and administered a proper beating.
It was the best 5-5 evah!