Bruce loves doughnuts of all kinds. He knows that I refuse to eat a bad one. You know the ones. They are in the plexiglass case at the local quick shop. No, thanks. When I saw these, I knew they were going to be good. I had a hard time deciding on which one would be mine.
Pink Feather Boa...love the name.
Valley Girl Lemon...totally.
Hello, Raspberry Bismark, you might have a boring name, but I love you.
When I was in my early 20's I tried to inhale one during a morning commute and it pooped its raspberry goodness all over my suit. I had to turn around, drive home, and change. I was late to work, and my boss laughed when I told her. She also asked me why I didn't bring her one.
Bruce pledges his love to anything with maple frosting.
My bismark is half as big as my face. Love.
I don't recommend wearing black to eat this thing.
I really couldn't care less, I just wanted to drink that filling.
We sat for awhile. People came and went.
Here's a little advice from me to you about doughnuts.
Finding a great doughnut is like finding the perfect dress.
When you find it, you buy it, whether you need it or not.
And while you're at it, buy two.