Monday, February 28, 2011
As the Stomach Growls
I've been craving doughnuts. The fancy kind, with frosting and fillings and sprinkles and stuff. I've wanted them a lot, and I've wanted a lot of them. So far, I've been able to resist their siren call. But...
Will my resolve last? If so, for how long? If not, how long will it take the girl to cave?
If she gets them and devours them in a bacchanal of deep fried sugar bliss, will they make her happy? Will they adhere directly to her butt? Curse her with indigestion, zits, and fat rolls? If she gets zits, will she be able to cure them without the help of a dermatologist? What about the indigestion? Will it pass? Naturally? And will those rippling rolls of doughnut fat, never mind the sugary dough enhanced butt, require the services of a personal trainer? Or a plastic surgeon?
Oh, my God, this could become one of those never-ending serial stories. I wonder if Jenny Craig and Pepto Bismol would sponsor it?
And she wants doughnuts -- why?