Donuts are dangerous.
Ever since SLO Donut Company opened right down the street, Krisin, Robbie and I haven't been able to stop ourselves from going nearly every night.
FATTIES. Yep, that's us.
A few nights ago, after stopping at the donut shop, Robbie said on the way home that he was going to sleep on a chocolate pillow. Kristin and I gave him a courtesy laugh because we totally didn't understand what the heck he was talking about until we got home.
His donut, we later found out, was called a chocolate pillow, and it was the size of two donuts put together. That's his donut under all of the ice cream and chocolate sauce.
That's pretty much how our midnight snacks look all the time.
Stay away from donut shops.