What do you do when you haven't seen the sun for weeks, the ground is covered in days old snow, a dense fog rolls in over the city and a cold rain starts to fall?
You walk your fat ass half a block to the Dunkin Donuts and buy a box of 25 Dunkin Donut Munchkins, that's what.
At least that's what I just did.
And Rachael Ray had nothing to do with this lunchtime decision. This was pure "Desire for Sugar" talking.
As I sit here shoving down these round, high-carb clumps of lard into my mouth, I know that I have to hit the gym tonight and pay dearly for not purchasing a sensible salad for lunch.
But that's later, this is now. If I could dunk these in white chocolate - - or smear them with raw cookie dough - - I'd be the happiest fag in Freedonia.