My Evil Plan

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In my closet I have stashed away two cases of Krispy Kreme donuts -- a
box of their "regular" donuts (if you can call deep-fried, sugar-coated
donuts that are more addictive than crack "regular"), and an assorted
sampled pack. I can smell them from here, but I must resist the
temptation so that I can achieve my goals of total world domination.

You see, when I go to the gym today, I'm going to be casually putting
the cases of donuts down on the juice bar, right next to the treadmills.
I may even heat them first, to bring back that "hot off the assembly
line" flavor. Then I'll quickly flip the lips open, revealing their
luscious, naked little sugar-coated bodies and showing off the "Krispy
Kreme" logo like a peacock displaying his feathers.

The scent will inevitably waft its way over to the treadmills, and then
I get to sit back and watch the chaos. Muhahahahah

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::later::

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I did indeed put the donuts out today -- it was really amusing to watch
people walk past them, with their eyes transfixed on the donuts, heads
turning as they walked by.

It was like a row of naked women (or men, whatever your preference) were
laying there on the table. Lots of amusing comments like "Who in their
right mind would bring Krispy Kreme's to a gym??" as people stared at
them lustfully.

I laid my trap out, then went to a spinning class -- by the time I got
out (an hour later or so), there were 5 donuts gone. Then I did a
shoulder workout, and there were 8 of the 12 glazed donuts gone, and 2.5
of the 12 mixed variety gone (someone ate half of the chocolate Ice, and
I guess decided it wasn't worth it)

It was pretty entertaining, really. Highly recommended.

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Andrew Welch / el Presidente / Ambrosia Software, Inc.