So you donít have to read anymore if you donít want to, assuming you wanted to at all in the first place, or maybe you just kinda accidentally slowed down and your eyeballs got all speed-bumped by ďLiquid Donuts.Ē Man, I know mine would. Hey, maybe thatís my whole Problem, right? I poop out this column and cram in (or fluff way the fuck out) stuff that I like, but maybe I should do some Focus Groups or get a Readership Survey done to find out what people Really Want to Read About. But look, if thereís laundry going around and around in front of you in the dryer and this is the only thing between you and reading the sign about not responsible for items left in washers, then go ahead and read the rest, since you got nothing better to do presently. Itís OK, really.
Liquid Donuts, baby! Yeah, thatís what just happened in my brain. Hells yeah, Jesus Christ, somebody help me. Liquid fucking Donuts. Arrgguguhhllguhllghlguh-gargllarglhrrrp.
And donít go telling me how to spell Donut, umkay? D-O-N-U-T, and none of that D-O-U-G-H-N-U-T crap. Because thatís what is it, dough + nut? And Iím talking about donuts at Dunkiní Donuts mostly, although I once ate six of the fine standard-issue Krispy Kreme ďdoughnutsĒ in one, uh, sitting, so if thatís how they roll íem out and spell it at the Krispy-to-the-Kreme, Iím like, you know, much respect and all. If they say ďdoughnut,Ē then Iím gonna speak it and spell it and eat it and smile, OK?
I went to a Krispy Kreme that was having a ďGrand Opening,Ē and they do this thing where they light a little red light outside the store to let all the fat-asses know thereís freshly minted doughnuts to be had, ohhh. All these little shiny newborn doughnuts bobbling around in a river of hotter-than-hell oil, all floating downstream into the gaping maw of America. Shit-goddamn, thatís some good doughnut they make there at the Double-K, but on the contrary and however in my own opinion, I respectfully maintain the coffee sucks it there at the K-to-the-K. Seriously, I dunno what they do to it, but itís like nuclear-surface-of-the-sun scalding hot, and just tastes like some, I dunno, some burnt bad-juice, and while I prostrate myself before their O.G. doughnut, I ainít there for the coffee.
And I ainít too proud to go get my glazey-glazed doughnut from the 2K and then walk into the Dunkiní Donuts for some of their nice mellow coffee, and yeah, what the hey, gimme a couple of those Boston Kreme deals and one of those gigantical Apple Fritters while youíre at it, urp! Even though it is not a Donut per se, I Obey the Apple Fritter.
So anyway, yeah, donuts, they are Good, and We, the Human Race, have almost perfected them. Sure, everybodyís got their fave-rave thing with a hole in it, but we all agree on the mighty Donut as a Concept of what is Good. And yeah, itís not Good for You, but itís Good, and Life is Short, so lemme double up on that Boston Kreme order and pour me a big-ass cuppa coffee avec extra half-and-half and sugar, OK?
And look, I donít know about you, but I tip at the Dunkiní Donuts. Sure, maybe itís only whatever change I get back from my purchase, but Dunkiní Donuts is a place where you should Reward Service. Yeah, even if itís just carry-out. I know, there are a lotta people out there who tip but refuse to give it up at a carry-out, and while I donít tip it every time at the Double-D, I appreciate in a very real and financial sense when I gets my donuts most di di mau, because when I want a donut, I want it Now.
Anyway, look, I Googled ďliquid donutĒ on the Google and the first hit was here: http://money.cnn.com/2004/07/21/news/midcaps/krispy_kreme/index.htmóall about how those magnificent bastards at Krispy Kreme were selling a donut-flavored beverage in 2004. I donít know if they still are, but I say the gang in the lab at Dunkiní Donuts is sleepiní, man. I mean, theyíre pushing this whole ďCoolattaĒ thing, and they donít understand they are sitting on a gold mine. Why you guys trying to copy Starbucks with that Blueberry Coffee crap? Ackgh! Hack! Forget that ersatz Frappuccino jazz and get crackliní on some Liquid damn Donuts. Jeez, a nice cold Boston Kreme beverage? Liquid Fritter? You guys could Rule the World, and then everybody would have to spell it D-O-N-U-T.
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