The Donut Plant, New York New York

by Camille Posted on August 5, 2010

Today I ate a doughnut (from the Doughnut Plant) the size of my head.

And it was square.

And it was filled, no, not with creme, not with jelly, but with JUICE. It was a juicy donut, and that sounds disgusting, but trust me when I say the experience was unlike any other donut experience I’ve ever…experienced.

It was spiritual.

Man, I love this town.

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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