A few days ago my friends and I ordered a pizza. They had a long drive home so I won the leftover pie. I am on day three of pizza.
Just turn the chicks head into a slice because I am becoming pizza.
Usually I have some self control when it comes to pizza. I fake blot my slice[s] to get the “best part off.” I don’t know why people love the grease, but they do. And usually the grease grosses me out, but the past three days have come and gone with zero blots. So here I am, in love with pizza.
Zero. slices. given.
52 Miles per Month 