As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.... but for now I hold the conch.
That IS a lump of the actual pizza sitting on the box. I cooked it till the "toppings" were almost burnt and yet the "crust" was still like raw dough. But I didn't let that ruin my "party" as I laid on the couch in my pajamas nibbling the gushy pie that hung over the edge of my plate.
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