Release your inner doughnut monster…

I am a custard doughnut monster. At least that’s what the packaging on the pack of doughnuts tells me. But am I really a doughnut monster? Do I turn into some ravenous beast that cannot control himself at the sight of a doughnut. Or is it the combination of human instinct and the sugars/fats of the doughnuts that makes me into a monster? I suppose it is like putting an attractive woman in front of me and hoping that I remain rational. IT AIN’T GOING TO HAPPEN!

Ah, slick marketing. Sex and doughnuts always sell…


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