My life as a hostess hauler

Everybody loves a good hostess snack, whether its a ho-ho, twinkie, powder donut or zebra cake. Our friend Chris had ransacked a hostess factory and gave us some of his proceeds. It was another girls night and six girlfriends had piled into Lola (my small white bug). We filled the back with hostess snacks and headed down to Tempe. Not sure what the evening would hold, the six of us rode around town, windows down, munching on tasty cakes. Arizona summers are hot, and our hostess snacks were melting, so at a stoplight we offered some donuts to the fellas in the car next to us. In return they gave us their phone numbers and invited us to a party. My car was getting choclafied so we had to get rid of our snacks. We threw around hostess snacks like nobodies business. Every passerby was gifted with the joys of hostess. We quickly became known as the donutgirls. We were invited to numerous parties and gatherings. BUT the donutgirls didn't make any appearances, giving out free donuts on ASU's campus was ten times more entertaining. The evening progressed and the donutgirls were in demand. For just a night we were downtown Tempe's local heroes, giving munchies to those who had the munchies and providing carbs for those who needed to hold in their liquor!