I see you there on the kitchen island, mocking me, calling me, begging me to eat you. I hate you Hostess brand little chocolate donuts.
And damn you genetics for denying me the pleasure of munching away at that sweet, wonderful, synthetic chocolaty goodness that is little chocolate donuts.
Stupid diabetes. Stupid little chocolate donuts.
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If I get those, they're gone the same day. I can't help myself. Good luck!
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