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The jam in my jelly donut
Hi there, I'm the jelly donut sitting on D's desk. I've struck an agreement which allows me to blog for him and in exchange he's going to "take bights" out of me. I didn't realise I had bights but I'm glad he's going to get rid of...
Oh fer crying out loud! Would you mind not licking the sugar off me? I need that to protect me from direct sunlight. That's bett...
Argh! 911! Donut in distress! I'm bleeding bad, apply pressure, apply pressure! Get a tourniquet!
That's not a tourniquet! Those are your teeth! You bastard! I'm losing a lot of jam, I feel so cold... my vision is blurring... oh God he's broken through to the middle, all my guts are being spilled out over his chin.
**cough** **cough**
I'm fading fast, there's not a lot of me left... my precious lifesblood is smeared all over the place, my protective sugar coating has crumbled and proven useless against this assault on my person... Tell my baker that I loved him... goodbye cruel Baking Produce world...
Mar. 3.2002