An Act of Hubris

For all of you out there that follow the daily lunchcapades of  the 2pmLunchCrew, you've noticed that posts have been severely lacking and for this, you dedicated vicariously-living folk deserve deep apologies. We have neglected you, depriving you of the details from when we watched Grease 2 on VH1 and leaving you uninformed when we debated the purpose and relevance of the annual Easter lamb of butter. What apology could we possibly offer for a misstep that has no excuse? What form would this apology, should it exist, take? Maybe a Hallmark ornament for your Christmas tree...but that could be hard to come by since Gold Crown stores are closing because of the economy. Or maybe a personalized stainless steel water bottle...those are certainly all the rage these days...but what if the pendulum of 'best portable water containers' swings back towards plastic Tupperware bottles while the steel tin is at the engravers? What we must find is something immediate...something both accessible but still causes the 2pmLunchCrew a degree of difficulty to share. The only possible solution is thus, humiliation.

What you see here my fine people, is exactly that. Well...maybe not exactly. Actually, this image makes the 2pmLunchCrew rather proud...proud that no one died during a frenzied donut-eating contest...proud that, at 3:32pm, neither participant has yet been sick or experienced indigestion...proud that the entire moment was captured on rivaling smart phone, the iPhone AND the Droid. The purpose of this event is not important (or perhaps it would be if there were one, but there wasn't so it isn't.) For the sheer joy of competition, the great buzz of a sugar-high, and the insane diversion from a Top Chef Masters re-run...the 2pmLunchCrew challenged a dedicated member of the panel and the Crew's on-again-off-again comedic sidekick (who is a lunchtime polygamist that suffers from a lack of permanent lunchtime affiliation) to what can be described as none other than the most ridiculous minute of donut-eating ever seen by man. The maneuvers employed were varied...one did a preliminary donut dunk while the other used the old-school 'use my finger as a plunger to remove the clog' technique. But in the end, the 2pmLunchCrewer lost. However, the victor may have provided the Crew with our next challenge...rumor has it the 2pmLunchCrew is not as vulgar as the preceding lunch group, the WileyOneO'Clockers (which according to the KeyMaster, is a ****ing load of ****). Hey WileyOneO'Clockers? It's on.

***Please Note: For the protection of the 2pmLunchCrew and its semi-affiliated polygamist friend, all identities in the above imaged have been masked and altered to prevent positive IDs of the pictured subjects. Thanks to Batman and his friend Robin who have perfected the technique of maximum identity protection through the minimal use of material; you've truly been an inspiration to us all.