I like pizza

Posted on July 11, 2007 by Hola Juicy

When I went to get a slice, the pizza maid was busy cutting up a pizza I didn’t want. I put my money on the counter to be ready for when she was done slicing the yucky pizza. She kept on cutting. I was so hungry I had to rest my head on the counter. I was worried I might be too weak to open my mouth by the time she was done cutting up the yucky pizza, so I opened my mouth while I had the strength. The boss in the back looked over, like my dying right there would be such an inconvenience! Finally the yucky one was cut up and I got to eat. For the record, it was ‘Hot Mamas’ pizza. I like the pizza there, but the maid might starve you to death sometimes.

Hola Juicy

About Hola Juicy

I was born in Buenos Aries, child of 3 doctors. The police never liked my parents, so we moved around a lot. My parents were always nice to me and kept all the mean people of the world away from me. They all got lost, so now I live alone in Seattle.
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4 Responses to I like pizza

  1. fenster says:
    July 11, 2007 at 7:52 pm

    Yeah, I like pizza too. It is good.
    I would have told that ladie to get on the stick and hurry up or I would not put a quarter in her tip jar. Squeeky wheel gets the greese! But we are still friends you and I.
    Written by Fenster

  2. fenster says:
    July 11, 2007 at 7:53 pm

    Yeah, you are very smart fenster, the squeeky wheel DOSE get the greese and THE PIZZA -hahahaha. Especially with slow pizza maids.
    Written by,
    Kurt Frodoson

  3. fenster says:
    July 11, 2007 at 8:43 pm

    Rar,,,,RARRR! I likey Rar Rar Pizza too Rar Rar!
    Rar Rar Written,
    Ted Chewbacason

  4. fenster says:
    July 11, 2007 at 8:45 pm

    Rar Rar Fenster did not Rar Rar get Rar Rar sprayed by Rar RAR sprinklers,
    Rar Rar Writeen,
    Ted Chebacason

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