Pizza.

I know this isn't Tumblr, but this was too good to not make it on this blog. The days of pizza in my life have come and gone, and though I am sad to see it go, I am also happy like a father seeing his first daughter walk away into college life. And though I am happy to see her go on to better things, I am also sad to know that many boys will chase after her. That's why I am training her to be a little heartbreaker. My point here is that I used to be in a club. It wasn't prestigious, it wasn't regal. But it sure was tasty. For the past two years of my life, every Wednesday at 12:55 PM I would attend The Wednesday Morning Pizza Party. Unfortunately, the closing of the local Little Caeser's also meant the end of the PP. So this one goes out to Nick, David, Gerry, Ian, and hell even Zach! Founding members of the Pizza Party. CUT MY LIFE INTO PIZZA! THIS IS MY PLASTIC FORK!