I can't stand things that are nauseously sweet. Krispy Kreme takes the kake when it comes to disgusting doughnuts. And yet without fail, two dozen of them show up in my office every week.  But then again my coworkers are disgusting fucking slobs who welcome them with open maws. I have literally ONE coworker who's figured out that if you cut them into sections you can get the same taste without going into a sugar coma. What's really interesting about that is instead of it catching on, the creme cravers avoid the cut ones and only accept pure, unadulterated beetus.