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.
6 comments:
....o' chil'... Take my hand and walk with me to The Machines of Torture and Beautification...
Conversely, you could just watch Rachael Ray's show. You're guaranteed to regurgitate the Munchkins before they hit your waistline...:-)
Or you could just chalk it up to one day's falling off the wagon. Don't beat yourself, just remember that next time you buy a bunch of munchkins... call me and I'll come get them for me!
Yummm! That sounds so good, but with chocolate milk. I am just impressed that you really plan to go work it off later! I usually just keep going.
I resisted the urge for a Boston cream just today. Maybe I knew someone would be having enough for the both of us? Also, my anniversary is Tuesday, and the "Georgia cream" is plenty satisfying.
I'm sorry, was that too much?
I've never had a Munchkin...we don't have Dunkin' Donuts around here.
Which is probably for the best or my ass would 40 axe handles wide instead of just 30...
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