Infuriation Incarnate.
Donuts in the breakroom. You open the box. Half eaten donuts everywhere. Rude Chicken has had enough.
So apparently infuriation isn’t a real word. I disagree. It is a real word now. (Thanks English!)
If “Crunk” can be recognized by the folks at Merriam Webster then they already lost control of this train and their opinion is irrelevant.
Anyway. Don’t be the one who eats half the damn donut, or cookie at your work function.
Seriously? EAT THE GOD DAMN DONUT. No one notices anyone 150 calories heavier.
And you know what? Don’t waste food. It’s a sin. Forces as innumerable as they are esoteric are watching on in equal parts horror and judgement.
No one is going to follow behind you and finish your questionably cut cruller, except maybe Nelson, that coworker with dubious personal hygiene skills and smells like layers of Axe over a mildewed sock.
Ruining a perfectly good donut for what?
To feel good for only slightly cheating on an ineffective diet?
And we now get to look at the donut that we COULD have enjoyed, cherished, and savored, but now can’t? Cause we know that there’s a REAL risk that Nelson might have gummed it up while daydreaming of his sister’s toes, and that’s not sugar glaze?
No.
Trust RC in this, don’t be like them.
Eat the donut. Life is too short not to.
-RC