When I was 18, me and my cousin were doing our Saturday night ritual, throwing a party somewhere, when we decided we had to go to the gas station and buy some donuts. ( I used to work there so I knew they were an hour fresh ) One of our friends and his girlfriend go and when we get there we decide we need to buy all the donuts! We got back to the car and were like " what are we gonna do with all these donuts? Eat them? No, theres too many!" About this time I remembered a few years back throwing a donut on my neighbors roof and got to thinking that our friend (dave) needed to be initiated into our Mustache group. ( Another drunk story, cousin was Mr. Mustache, I was Baron Von Mustache, and girlfriend was Mrs. Mustache) So we could go around doing stupid stuff with donuts. We put em' all over the place. I remember one made it in our friend "sweetpea" 's glovebox of his car, one made it in our Aunt's mailbox( who happened to work at the post office) and a couple made it on random doorsteps cause the nexy day was Easter and it made a great present to find on your way to church. I could tell a story from every Saturday night but that would be way to hard, I'm lazy.