I've always said that brunch is the drinkiest of meals.

I like things all squared up, personally.

Not having to deal with sparkly pretty boys is worth the garlic breath.

Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "full of holes."

What part of eating donuts requires one to be so scantily clad?

Do your donuts taste like hockey pucks? Have I ever got a solution for you!

Donuts, hear our prayer.