Pizza.
This post has been a long time comin’. What can I say about pizza? I don’t know if any words can equal the joy that is pizza. How often have people of different races, religions, classes, sexual preferences come together to eat a pizza? How many times have you been hungry at 3am without a scrap of food and not wanted to get out of your pajamas? Pizza was there. Pizza was there when a bunch of people unexpectedly came over and you had nothing to feed them. how about when you had to cater for a bunch of picky little kids? Pizza. How often do you suggest pizza and have them turn you down? Never (if you get turned down, you shouldn’t associate with those people who turned you down for pizza). How much pizza is too much? No such thing. When is the right time for pizza? Always. When it comes to price to goodness ratio, there is no better option. Even bad pizza is still pizza. God, I want some pizza.
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