Taking the escalator up from Archives, Navy Memorial (Green Line), I was greeted by a young man selling Krispy Kreme Doughnuts
for some charity. Never one to refuse charity (at least when sweets are involved), I picked up a box to take to the office to share.
I’m now typing this on a sugar and caffeine high, after scarfing more doughnuts than I should have, washing them down with a full thermos of coffee. My eyes are in shudder-speed, my fingers are able to type (incorrectly, because of sugar-stutter) 475 words per second, as I reach greedily over for another cup of coffee, and I think I just grew 3 inches on my beard.
Someone should put a warning label on those damn things.
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hey, beavis, just curious… who sells krispy kremes for charity?
I don’t know. It wasn’t clear. I probably just contributed to the “hey mister, buy me a bike” charity.
In the south, pretty much anyone who wants to raise money for charity sells Krispy Kremes–they’re guaranteed winners. If there are gods, Krispy Kremes would be their food of choice.
Actually, I prefer Dunkin Donuts.
I had no idea that feathered serpents actually had a doughnut preference! Is it that the wider band of colors available through Dunkin Donuts appeals to your multicolored plumage?
I’ve had my share of donuts, and as far as my husband and I go there is nothing BETTER than a krispy kreme. Their donuts are a taste sensation that sex ought to be ashamed of. It is close to the best taste orgasm around. NOTHING BEATS THEM.
In fact I burn off about 600 calories a day so that I can enjoy them without paying the cost.
Ok well….um i don’t really get the charity thing because ya..mmkay and krispy Kreams are soo dam good i am accualy resuching them now for school (don’t ask y)