Pizza is magical, pizza is truth, pizza is love. In pizza we crust.
Fack you summer, you can suck our sweaty balls.
Can’t wait for those lazy winter days.
We have some days when gas masks turn from a nice-to-have to a must.
And so it begins, a tale of love and bravery, a bunny eared quest of vengeance.
THANK YOU FOR READING!
Maybe next time.
Ah…the children of the night, what beautiful music they make with their noses.
Well… mystery solved.
The hair…it is everywhere, absolutely everywhere.