Friday, February 25, 2011

hot dogs

i make two pizzas...one for myself...one for a friend...i try to contact him...to see what he lusts for on top...per usual...he does not answer his phone...result...i put everything on his pizza...but hot dogs...the reason is obvious...i am the only one i know who likes hot dogs on his pizza...hence...i am simply "playing the odds"...anyway....he arrives...i take the pizzas out of the oven...and he begins to give me shit because there ain't no fucking hot dogs on his...what is my point here??? simple...isn't funny how ground up ass holes and lips...can have such a profound effect upon the process of evaluating someones character...i mean...they probably have invented machines that cost millions of dollars to do the same thing...that do not work nearly as well...luv stu

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