Blueberry Donuts?

Today I made a very important and fascinating discovery. Apparently, there is a magical donut shop near Disneyland, called M&M donuts, where they prepare mouthgasmic creations. Today at Casa de --------'s I shamelessly consumed a blueberry donut. Crispy on the outside, purple-blue moist on the inside with mushy blueberries, my mouth turned into a consuming slut instantaneously. I started off with half a donut, then proceeded to eat the rest always chewing and wanting more, taking whatever was willing to go into my mouth, down my esophagus, and into my tummy where little pink men are stomping on it right now with their little pink boots to push it into my, currently donutless, intestines. Though I always joke about it, soon I will actually poop glitter. This isn't your ordinary digestive process, no no, this is pure magic(k).

Cheese

Cheese. 3 selections, or 5 selections. We will be ordering 5 selections.

Cheese makes everything better. If cheese does not cure us, nothing will.