Krispy Kreme used to be everywhere, now it's just not in Houston. Blah to that! On the car ride back to Deebo's apt from the lake and eating at the Oasis, I was knocked out on big poppa's manly shoulders. Somewhere from deep within my slumber, I swear I heard people shouting my name and then also something about if I wanted donuts. I wasn't dreaming. Big poppa was nudging me awake and everyone was furiously asking me if I still wanted Krispy Kreme donuts. Fighting my grogginess, I managed to mumble out, "yes ... YES! I want my donuts!". So we exited, made the u-turn, and became prolly Krispy Kreme's only customers at 6:30pm. Haha. But it was so worth it! I had only one donut from the dozen that we bought. The doods ate like five of them. I brought the rest home and my ravenous moochers I call family gobbled up the rest. Without asking might I add.
After playing around with these donuts, I think I just put them back in the box and some unlucky person was blessed with the touch of my grubby hands.
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