Since I've started this new (mandatory) heart-healthy diet, I find myself fantasizing about eating donuts.
A lot.
I think about donuts with the frequency and longing of a Twihard thinking of that creepy vampire [Side note: those books suck ass; don't even try to defend them].
The coworker who thought there were 52 states? I named those states in my head: Donutland and Cheeseville. I'd love to visit this summer.
I haven't seen this particular episode, but in the opening credits of the Man vs. Food on the Travel Channel, Adam holds up a donut the size of Texas. It's bigger than his head. I doubt I'd succeed, but I'd sure love to give that challenge the old college try [Side note: how does he complete those insane eating challenges without 1) having a coronary and 2) suffering internal bleeding?].
I totally understand where Homer Simpson's coming from.
And this entry has done nothing more than make me want more donuts.
Whimper.
Where are those damn rice cakes?
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