Nothing is capable of imploding my moral foundation like a box of Dunkin Donuts. I will trample a sea of elderlies and pregnants to sink my fangs into these frosted delights. Obviously I didn't craft the box above, as you can see by the wack ass selection it contains. Although the Christmas ones were quite nice. When I was captain of my high school hockey team I would set a good example for my fellow skaters by eating a dozen munchkins and drinking a hot chocolate minutes before stepping onto the ice. Whatever works, ya know?