satuday night’s alright for voodoo donuts
After stumbling out of a show at Berbati’s Pan on Saturday night I rounded the corner and ducked into Voodoo Donuts.
I picked this one up because it reminded me of the donut man that Dave massacred at last year’s TequilaCon. As you can see this poor guy wasn’t too happy at the prospect of getting eaten, either.
(I know I haven’t been writing much lately but that’s going to change this week. So sit tight.)