Get in MAH bellie!
I love donuts. I love them more than I love my dogs. I love them so much that I dream about them and I dream about the people who run the donut shop here in our quaint southern town. They know me and what I like. On Mondays they know I like a diet coke with my donut. But by Friday my donut guilt is so high i justify my desire with a milk. I don't know why but I love the milk from the donut shop. I understand at this day in age I should be eating a healthy breakfast but DAMN, I need those donuts. I have come to realize that I am now wearing that donut around my midsection!, and that my friends SUCKS!