Rik was rambling on about test-driving his Subaru when he said that the salesman had him go do "cookies" in the state fair parking lot.
I responded with, "ummm ... it's not called cookies. It's called doing doughnuts."
He then continued to argue with me that it was called "cookies...
If you put down that morning Cruller or Long John because you’re trying to watch your figure or keep your blood sugar from skyrocketing, go ahead and have one. Just tell yourself it’s National Donut Day.