So today, while James and I were standing in Dunkin' Donuts waiting to order me a hot chocolate to get me through the afternoon, he began wondering how many donuts he could eat. The answer turned out to be a lot.I commented that I found that odd, considering we'd just finished (a not unsubstantial) lunch. He then said, "I think prison would be the best thing for me, where they give me just my portion, and no more."
To which I responded, "That's the best solution for portion control you can think of? Prison?"
James, his eyes glinting as they roamed over the boston creams, nodded.
