If pizza were a man, I’d have married it.
Do you, Leslie, take this Pepperoni with onions and pineapple, for greasy or not, through thick and thin crust, with marinara or Alfredo, ’til high cholesterol do you part?
I do.
You may eat the groom. 
I saw a tshirt today that read,
Can’t get out of bed.
Send help and pizza.
Or just send pizza.
Bravo. Bravo. Now if we could do something about those pesky calories.
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Agreed totally….but you can keep the onions
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Agree lol.
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Pizza is quite simply delicious. I can’t dispute it.
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They can make internet waves fly in nanoseconds through the air to a kagillion computers but they can’t make a good tasting cholesterol-laden body healing pizza? Whyyyyy?
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Existential angst deluxe.
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These are the best calories to cry about 😉
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Lol
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