Last night my friend put a pickle in her purse. That's not a euphamism, and nobody was drunk.

I have one too, but it is the blow up kind, for my butt. I have to sit on it at work because I hurt my tailbone. Pretty embarassing.

If I threw a glazed donut in my purse it would be covered in pencil shavings, aspirin dust and purse lint.

I'd still eat it, mind you. But gross.

mmmmmmmm d-o-n-u-t-s.....

Oh yeah, fractured prune! They have one, I think called the pebble beach, omg!

Incidentally, has anyone tried a donut from the Fractured Prune in the Dewey/Rehoboth (and I think OC) area? Yum.

Anonymous wrote:Since 8:30.
I bought it this morning.
Glazed.
Yes.

If it had been a cruller, I would have thought we were separated at birth, or something. I hope it was at least wrapped in a napkin or something (I totally threw one in without anything around it once, and I think there's still glaze in my cell phone speakers!)

Oh.

Not as much fun as not knowing who put it there or when.

But I'll bite (literally).

Eat it. You know you want to. You know you HAVE to. Just get it over with.

Sounds like we'd get along.

Since 8:30.
I bought it this morning.
Glazed.
Yes.

I love you. Will you be my friend?!

What kind?

How long has it been there? Do you know?