A half-eaten box of donuts mysteriously appeared on the kitchen table last night. No one seems to know where they came from. With “Ultimate Donut! The tastiest ever” printed on the box, it’s tantalizing in such a cliche, ACME way, it’s highly suspect. Poison? Drugged? Extra, extra fatty?
So while I’ve got a Homer Simpson-esque love of donuts (mmm…), until their origins are discovered, I think I’ll pass. Or at least try to pass…
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