Oh where I come from we call that a doughnut hole...

We ate at a place called Voodoo Doughnuts in Portland. I had the blood filled voodoo. It was chocolate shaped like a guy with blood filling (blood of a raspberry in this case). Also I tried not to think about it, but most of the "blood" was pooled up in the little guy's ass. It was gross yet tasty all at the same time. I tried to eat part of Jen's apple fritter, but man that shit was rich.



We took the kids and I'm glad that they were fixated on the fact that some of the items had been encrusted with froot loops or M&M's.



Why? Because I didn't want to hear, "Daddy what doughnut is a 'cock and balls'?"

No I did not.