The Right to Friday Donuts

Dear friends,
Have you been following the news in Oregon? The cast of the 80s sitcom Married with Children, the Bundys, is staging a protest. It appears Al has moved-on from No Ma'am, the iconic men's rights movement, to other equally lofty causes, including the right to bare arms. It makes one wonder how this ragtag band of sleeveless men, braving the unforgiving Oregon winter in their wife beaters, came to be so enamored by this cause. Do they have some cool tattoos they want the world to see unimpeded? Do they find starched long sleeve shirts irritating? Whatever the reason, they’ve been out there several weeks now and, in true Bundy form, have all the neighbors in a tizzy.

All kidding aside, the treats at Holy Donuts were so good last week that I decided to go for an encore this morning. Please help yourself to a donut.

Happy Friday!

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