A handy dong resin fact :

It turns out I have precisely a three donut limit.
If I eat a paltry two donuts, I desire a third to the point of going back into the store, somewhat sheepishly getting recognized by the clerk I bought the lowly two donuts from just fifteen minutes ago, and having to wait in line to ask for one donut, like a 10 year old whose mother is waiting in the car and who only just now sanctioned an additional one because I promised to clean under something.

I usually wonder briefly if they think I have some sort of mild autism or compulsive disorder where I can't just anticipate in advance how many donuts I will be needing that morning. Seems it's very important to me that the donut clerk not think I'm some sort of asshole, and yet I have no problem being a dick to even the most reasonable of cops.

I will buy only one more donut, because if I buy two, I will have eaten four, which I've come to understand is exactly one donut too far.
By 'too far', I mean I've actually screamed " You think you're better than me?!" while lobbing a pencil at a blue jay in an unsuccessful attempt to spear it.
Sugar balance is important.