I used to be a donut cook as part of my duties as a baker. Got up at 2am every morning, 7 days a week, for over a year to make dozens of donuts. Heated the oil, fried and iced the little fuckers. Dear H, what a pain in the ass that job was. Hot as hell standing in front of that fryer, and I couldn't wear shorts because of the risk of hot oil splashing around. I wasn't about to get my legs burned for the sake of some motherfucking donuts.
Anyway, I've rarely eaten donuts since then. And that was back in 1995, so it would be about 13 years now. I'm not saying I never eat them, but it's rare ... I think it's been over 2 years since I last ate a donut.
But it's not because I dislike them entirely. It's because, once you've had them hot and fresh, right out of the fryer, anything else seems stale in comparison. I don't care if it was cooked just 5 minutes ago - that's old. And I ain't eating no stale cocksucking donut. It's gotta be so fresh that the oil still burns your fingers when you pick it up.
Why do they call them "fingers"? I've never seen them fing ... oh wait, there they go.