Seems the order of the comics got a bit mixed up. Yesterday, Randie had already crashed and was snoring up a storm. But, yup, with today’s comic, Randie’s coming off as a bit too hopped up on the sucrose. Ryan out to pull over and let her run it (and all the greasy donut fat) off. Better some sweat equity than accumulated flabitude.
Yah… Sundays, sometimes, exist on their own. Sometimes I do a Sunday comic before I actually do the week it proceeds… and sometimes, after. Meh. It’s just the way it is, stick. I do like the visual of Randie running in circles with her hands up… chanting Voodoo, Vooodooo, Vooo dooo… maybe drooling or foaming at the mouth.
Pete… Wow… That’s some driving. I did Chino Hills to Denver once, by my lonesome. It’s a long and winding road. You begin to talk to yourself. I should’ve had donuts. Instead, I had some awesome sammiches my Aunt Chris made me.
When they opened the second shop, Voodoo Doughnuts Too near my appartment I went in to pick up a dozen for work but was tempted into getting the “bucket of doughnuts.” Yep, a BUCKET of doughnuts. I took them to work. I took them to my sister’s with her daughters and their friends, and I took them back to work again. Three days later I ended up with a quarter full bucket of liquifying doughnuts and a weekend ahead of me. Luckily I had a spoon.
Mr. Gulls… baked diabetes for sure! But I am such a sucker for sprinkley donuts… GAH! Now I want one!
Dada… MY donut lust right now! But yah… Randie has a problem… and she won’t admit it.
Joe… no apologies needed. I hope you are in a gooder mood today! Smiles, Joe… Smiles!
Unca Bad… I wanna a Voodoo bucket! I wanna Voodoo Bucket! Is it a plastic bucket or paper? or, dare I say, metal? Does it have the cool logo on it? Is it pink?
I am really surprised you had leftover donuts… was it that the bucket was super big… or that peoples were ho-humm about the donuts? Inquiring minds…
It was a re-used white plastic 2 gallon bucket formerly containing vanilla dipping icing. It had no Voodoo markings. I suspect it was a rare occurrence when the new store had over-produced doughnuts so they sold them in leftover supply buckets.
I worked in a small office, so they didn’t take many, and I was only at my sister’s for an evening so they didn’t take too many more. Everyone ate what they wanted and the voodoo-ness of the doughnuts was enjoyed by all, but it still left me almost too many for even my heroic appetite.
Forget worrying about the crash later, I think poor Randie’s head is about to pop *now* … she’s looking like an overwound clockwork doll …
Longest sugar & caffeine drive for us was L.A. to O.K. City with a two hour stop in Phoenix.
Yah… we were kinda tuckered when we pulled into the KOA after 30 hours (1500 miles) of driving.
Seems the order of the comics got a bit mixed up. Yesterday, Randie had already crashed and was snoring up a storm. But, yup, with today’s comic, Randie’s coming off as a bit too hopped up on the sucrose. Ryan out to pull over and let her run it (and all the greasy donut fat) off. Better some sweat equity than accumulated flabitude.
I ment to type “ought.”
Yah… Sundays, sometimes, exist on their own. Sometimes I do a Sunday comic before I actually do the week it proceeds… and sometimes, after. Meh. It’s just the way it is, stick. I do like the visual of Randie running in circles with her hands up… chanting Voodoo, Vooodooo, Vooo dooo… maybe drooling or foaming at the mouth.
Pete… Wow… That’s some driving. I did Chino Hills to Denver once, by my lonesome. It’s a long and winding road. You begin to talk to yourself. I should’ve had donuts. Instead, I had some awesome sammiches my Aunt Chris made me.
Grey…. that’s a FABulous description of Randie.
Voodoo doughnuts are baked diabetes…..but pretty damn good.
Her donut-lust would make Homer Simpson concerned.
Brig,
Sorry about Sunday. I was just in that kinda mood.
I totally understand why you found those songs such downers.
When they opened the second shop, Voodoo Doughnuts Too near my appartment I went in to pick up a dozen for work but was tempted into getting the “bucket of doughnuts.” Yep, a BUCKET of doughnuts. I took them to work. I took them to my sister’s with her daughters and their friends, and I took them back to work again. Three days later I ended up with a quarter full bucket of liquifying doughnuts and a weekend ahead of me. Luckily I had a spoon.
Mr. Gulls… baked diabetes for sure! But I am such a sucker for sprinkley donuts… GAH! Now I want one!
Dada… MY donut lust right now! But yah… Randie has a problem… and she won’t admit it.
Joe… no apologies needed. I hope you are in a gooder mood today! Smiles, Joe… Smiles!
Unca Bad… I wanna a Voodoo bucket! I wanna Voodoo Bucket! Is it a plastic bucket or paper? or, dare I say, metal? Does it have the cool logo on it? Is it pink?
I am really surprised you had leftover donuts… was it that the bucket was super big… or that peoples were ho-humm about the donuts? Inquiring minds…
It was a re-used white plastic 2 gallon bucket formerly containing vanilla dipping icing. It had no Voodoo markings. I suspect it was a rare occurrence when the new store had over-produced doughnuts so they sold them in leftover supply buckets.
I worked in a small office, so they didn’t take many, and I was only at my sister’s for an evening so they didn’t take too many more. Everyone ate what they wanted and the voodoo-ness of the doughnuts was enjoyed by all, but it still left me almost too many for even my heroic appetite.