Spread the word to kith and kin: Liberty, Justice, Donuts!

Dear Members and Constituents,

I need not remind you it's Friday and, of course, you know what that means.

Happy thoughts of soon-to-be-realized dreamy downhill skiing (Powder snow)
Preparations for appropriate remedies to the hang-over you know you will have from some of the pre-holiday celebrations (Powder remedies)
A higher energy level induced by the glucose released into your system as a by-product of the donut consumption (Powder sugar)

Phil King regrets not being able to be here today to see the joy in each of your faces at discovering three dozen Kripsy Kreme donuts fresh and ready to eat (as most of you probably know already, Krispy Kreme donuts are noticeably smaller than their peers from other stores, therefore an extra dozen is appropriate to account for increased unit consumption). He does, however, have a message for us all: "...enjoy, and spread the word to kith and kin: Liberty, Justice, Donuts!". As any attorney dealing in constitutional case law will tell you, Phil's statement is spot on. The replacement of the expected "pursuit of happiness" with "donuts" is quite appropriate because not only do donuts provide us with a form of temporary happiness as they melt in our mouth, the rush they provide as they flow through our veins gives us more energy to pursue... happiness.

Finally, for those of you curious to know what the selection is, scroll to the bottom of this e-mail and let the mouth-watering begin (a few substitutions were made by time-wise, so this list is not completely accurate).

Happy Friday!

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