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I Love Having two Consecutive Donut Days, Honest!

Dear Members and Constituents,
A recent study suggests creative people have a greater propensity towards dishonesty. Having been accused of clever musings, I can’t help but wonder whether my legacy will now be forever tainted. Should we now start taking offense when folks praise our originality or commend our ingenuity? The next time the boss says you’re clever, should it be your first impulse to deny everything? At least there are no four letter synonyms or monosyllabic substitutes, which bodes well for the reputation of this concept. If it takes too long to say something, folks are less likely to use a word as an insult. And this does not account for people in uncreative professions who become crooks (then again, perhaps that's why they call it creative accounting). I guess the bottom line is many factors determining our character and allowing a natural propensity for bad behavior to flourish is easier if you have the creativity to hide it. In other words bad liars get caught and learn their lesson.

Fortunately you don't have to stretch the truth to praise the selection donut boy Jeff King has brought-in this morning. However I will refrain from inserting too many literary flourishes, lest people start to question my honesty. Come grab one of LaMars finest and taste for yourself how the benefits of creativity far outweigh the pitfalls.
Happy Friday!

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