When I was in college, way back in 2000, (to you who aren't good at Math, that's about 12 years ago) I had a large class called Art Appreciation in a huge lecture hall. It was upstairs in the Union of UNT and sometime during class, or what I liked to think of as a "break" I and my best friend and roommate Nikki would sneak downstairs to the snack place and buy snacks. Well, there was this one snack that really charmed the pants off of me.
MINI DONUTS.
Not the crappy powdered sugar ones made my hostess that are 2 years old, no hot fresh when you order them in a crazy donut making robot mini donuts. Dusted with cinnamon sugar. The were glorious. But as with all wonderful glorious things, they were fleeting. They didn't always run the machine, and it was usually broken. And after awhile they stopped selling them. I didn't have them again until I went to Pier 39 in San Francisco. And that's a helluva long drive for donuts my friends.
Well, guess what I just spied in my NEW FAVORITE CATALOG
Kotulas.
This heavenly automaton of the divine ambrosia known as mini-donuts:
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| I'd pay $1000 for this machine. |
Not only is it perfect, portable, and made from the stuff of my dreams. It's also written my my subconcious. Seriously, who the hell wrote the copy for this? Did I? Because it sounds exactly like how I would try to sell you a mini-donut maker.
"Mini Donut Factory--Great Taste, No Carnies
Now you can have a tasty treat without having some dude yelling at you to know down milk bottles to win a kewpie doll. This mini donut maker automatically forms, fries and drains delicious mini donuts in less than a minute? Just sprinkle with sugar, cinnamon or cocoa powder and serve. Don't forget that cold glass of milk. Enclosed oil fryer for minimum cleanup. Fun for any occasion. Can't you just taste them?"
Holy Shit-snacks!! Let me read you this line....
Great Taste, No Carnies---honestly you could not sell me more on this machine. No carnies. Hell yes.
Fuck yeah I want that donut maker. Have you ever been to a carnival, bought $40 worth of paper tickets, waited in line for 10 minutes and then had to deal with the horrible manure stink of the person serving you? Yes, me too!! And I'm sick of it! Why is the carnival the only place I can get mini-donuts, or funnel cakes or COTTON CANDY! You and I both know there are bands of wild carnies that just roam around and try to steal children by tempting them with mini-donuts. And after two years with those fuckers I escaped using a slotted spoon and some old baby teeth I lost by only eating cotton candy. And I will never have my son forced to spray Pam on glass bottles while staring down 13 year old girls with his creepy toothless grin. No sir. I know my son will experiment with mini-donuts, and it's best if it happens in my house. Because I'm his mother.
Sarge just saw this and said:
"No carnies, hell yeah, because Kotula's knows what the people want. And the people want no carnies!"
Let me read this other part,
Now you can have a tasty treat without having some dude yelling at you to know down milk bottles to win a kewpie doll.
I don't have to spend the money to get harrassed by "some dude" who just wants me to take his dollie. I don't want your nasty lead poisoned dollie you Carnie.!
Oh god.
And to think I was going to buy a $20 fry Daddy!! How stupid would that have been? Damned stupid if you ask me. I was trying just the other day to make mini-donuts and when I stunk up the house and had to leave the burned donuts to the rabid opossums I thought to myself, this is the end of me and donuts. It just has to end now.
But it doesn't!!
Listen to this line:
Fun for any occasion.
Yes, it is fun for any and all occasions. Mini donuts at a party, mini donuts at a football game, mini donuts at a funeral. No matter what happens, donuts make it better. Unless of course you're a carnie, and then you wouldn't be invited seeing as how this machine comes with a no carnie served rule.
Can't you just taste them?
Bitch, don't even taunt me like that.