Yes, I eat my donuts with a fork and knife. Don't judge.Ralph's been having to take some meds for his cold lately; one of which makes him really nauseous. Taking it with food helps a little bit, so we've just had to stop off at the donut store in the mornings. (Hey, any excuse'll do...)
The one by work is awesome. Tons of old timers used to meet there in the wee hours; we'd roll in around 5:30 and there'd already be a bunch of them. Nowadays they must go someplace else, because the only one in there today was a homeless lady with a bright red, shiny alligator purse, and some tweakers in the parking lot blaring Tori Amos from their car stereo.
Sweet.
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