I'm in love with the Donut Lady...

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Spookwriter

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(hanging my head, dejected)

Just as the Mississippi Farm Boy will do almost anything for a brownie.

I'll share my own dirty secret...

I think I'm in love with the grandma lady at the Dunkin Donut...they taste
so good first thing in the morning. Warn donuts, cold milk....an evil pleasure.

I can be up, shaved, sneak off and have a donut and be back in bed before my
wife knows a thing.

Right now? I'm doing the Jelly Bean thing....another pleasure. Red ones are my favorite,
cause they're the bestest. Black ones go in the trash. Yukky.

NEVER tempt a fat man with sweets....we're weak.
 
My mom made homemade donuts for me yesterday.
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Mmmm, There was glazed, chocolate glazed, cream filled, and chocolate cream filled. I wouldn't usually rub it in but I saw the Judge Judy comment.
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I think my hubby and the grandma lady from Krispy Kreme are having a fling. He keeps coming home with donut breath. Then I found a receipt from Krispy Kreme in his pants pocket. I'll have a talk with Grandma lady...
 
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Hey, I resent that! I'm not "almost anything" thank you very much, I'm quite the catch! Any brownie loving pervert would be proud to stalk me!
 
Oh My Goodness!!!

This sounds like one of them there on-line romances I been hearing about...

Donuts, and brownies. And "other" sweets?

I'm tempted.

But it sounds like a trick.

I'll bet ole Em is looking for someone to help her raise them silly Emus.

I can be had. But I cain't be tricked.

I don't know nothing about Emns.
 
Ohhh thats too funny all of you

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My DH does not like sweets. But there is this grandma lady that manages the McDonalds in the mornin and I can always smell the the B E C Crousant on his breath in the morning. UHHMMM I'm am going to have to talk to this granny
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I really feel like I'm being propositioned. Right here on the internet.

And the sad thing is I'm actually thinking it over.

I can be at Em's house in time for early morning donuts.

I've already typed my wife a note. Told her I've been kidnapped,
send me lots of money or I'll come home.

Thinking about packing my bags...

Thinking about sliding by, picking up the Farm Boy to help me take care
of those crazy birds. (or that crazy Em) On the other hand, Farm Boy would
want some of my donuts. He can't do that, 'cause us fat guys don't share.
And I need Em to actually make my donuts...

My wife, she can't make donuts. But she can make brownies.

Sometimes.

And all my stuff is already here. I don't know where it's at. But my wife knows.
She knows where she keeps all my stuff.

So I maybe better think this over a bit before I run away with Em...
 

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