Faithful Pizza by the Hour

Yes, it's true. I eat it by the hour. It burns my tongue, it clogs my pours and at times my butt. But, I still love to eat pizza. It will be the end of me. As I age into nothingness, I started realizing there are only a select few in this world that we really become life longs friends with. Idiots. Regardless of the humbling experience of only having a few friends you can bet they'll be there. I had pizza today with some very good friends. Yes, they paid.

I had pizza for lunch and breakfast, so I am waiting for the aftermath. It may become clear. Kind of like putting your forearm on a cheese grater (not grader, I just assume it's good coming out of the package) and wittling away as well as squeezing lemon juice all over it for immediate results....It's gonna bite later.

Goodbye cruel cheese.