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Donut who?

Dear Members and Constituents,
When you get down to it, clubs tend to get snobbish over time. Wine connoisseurs and cigar aficionados abound. Tennis and golf club memberships are rather pricey and I'd rather avoid a conversation with any Ferrari collectors out there. A donut club is different. I mean, really, how do you do a five minute dissertation about the attributes of a specific donut and manage to keep a straight face? I can just picture it now: "Yes, this is a 5:00 a.m. Ray's classic. The texture is slightly chewy with a hint of rosebuds and touch of raw sugar cane. You can tell the oven was…" Doesn't really fly, does it? So, in the spirit of not taking ourselves too seriously, I thought I'd do a knock-knock joke for you today. You high-brow members out there, try to avoid rolling your eyes too far back.

  • Knock, knock
  • Who's there
  • Donut
  • Donut who?
  • Donut ask so many questions, grab a cup of Joe and come get your dose of morning sweetness. Donuts are here!

My new boss, David Panzer, does the honors today with a strategically selected variety of 6:17 AM La Mar's donuts. Enjoy!

Happy Friday,

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