Hi! I look like a donut. I smell like a donut. I feel like a donut. I was born in a bakery like donuts. I was kept in a plastic viewing box for consumers to see me and desire to buy me. The truth, however, is that I am indeed NOT a donut. I'm really just a hamburger bun that isn't sliced through the middle, has sugar sprinkled on top, and a hole in the middle as a disguise!
2 comments:
Pierre,
I'm so glad you could finally share your perspective with the rest of the world. You make us proud. :)
hahahahahahah ....i am so sorry! looks can be deciving!
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