I kind of really want this job if only so that i can say, on a daily basis in a melodramatically fatigued timbre, "Time to make the donuts." Also, free donuts on a daily basis. Dangerous. I'll ponder this (and my newly barely-employed status -- that's right, quit the khakis & necktie (nut)job) on the 5-mile run I'm about to attempt. This effort will be duly rewarded with generous-sized bottles of Dragon's Milk later at my favorite Bucktown pub.
Ghettofied audio-visual return to childhood, below:
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