Donut.
Tiny dog has yet to discuss donuts. Perhaps it's time.
Me? I'm not sure I like them. Every so often they crop up at work like a rash, some pink greasy box of them on a plastic chair outside of someone's office, commemorating nothing in particular. That e-mail that goes around, you know the one:
To: everyone@yourjob.com
Subject Line: Donuts outside my office
Text: First come first served...
Delete.
It is my sole dietary code: avoid incidental, low-quality office dessert items masquerading as breakfast. Everyone has a defining dietary code; here are just a few from people I know, who shall remain nameless:
- No Leftovers In The Same Format As They Were Served The Prior Night
- Tortillas Shall Be Heated Lest They Cause Headaches at Room Temperature
- Nothing Sour
posted by Strikethru at
10:02 PM
2 Comments:
mmmmnnnnnn donuts!!!
(someone had to say it, might as well be me)
Also, what freak wouldn't eat tortillas unless they were cooked? You know some odd people indeed.
sadly two of the dietary codes are from me as you all suspected. Leftovers prepared identically to prev-day is effectively like skipping a meal. the experience I mean.. sure you may be getting nutrition but whatever. it's dumb. And Sour? It's wrong.. why would food be sour? Isn't that natures way of saying stay away or I'll eat your flesh away like a Mento's in diet coke? Of course sour candy doesn't count because candy isn't food. enough said. Imagine sour leftovers people.. you might as well just go to bed and skip eating that night.
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