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.