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Billion Dollar Donut Shop

Dear members and constituents
Did you hear about the billion dollar home Mukesh Ambani, the richest man in India, has built for his five person household? Yes, you read right, one BILLION dollars (insert Dr. Evil laugh). The 27 story humble abode is located in downtown Mumbai, a city where 56% of the population lives in slums. That's over 10 MILLION people (insert Dr. Evil laugh). Granted, he's probably creating 300 housekeeping jobs, but, how does somebody get so disconnected from reality? I mean, really! Details are being held close to the vest and everybody involved has signed non-disclosure agreements, so, of course, rumors of what the amenities might be are rampant. Some things are obvious: three helipads on the roof can't be hidden. Others tease the imagination. I too have succumbed to the temptation and made-up my own list of what I would Put in my next $1 billion home. There's the obvious ones like the room that controls the weather or a BMW shop (not my original ideas). Then there's the cool ones. Secret passageways, a floor nobody can get to (not even myself) and the room wallpapered with baby fawn pelts. You must have a five mile long tunnel so you can escape the angry mobs (or play super-hero) and the whole floor with trampoline floors. Of course what billion dollar home is complete without a donut shop. Yes, but should it be a LaMars, Krispy Kreme, Dunkin' Donuts or something else? Decisions, decisions, decisions. For better or worse, those decisions are not ours to make. If it were up to Erin Cathcart (donut girl) it would be Krispy Kreme (or at least that's what we have here today for your enjoyment). So come-on down leave the comfort of your palace or cubicle as the case may be and grab a donut. There's some things that money just can't buy (alright, you CAN buy donuts… but you know what I mean).
Happy Friday!

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