Psychic Pizza

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Tom swears he did not call pizza hut and tell them that no one in our family likes olives, other than me, and thus I did not deserved an entire half of a pizza, but the only other explanation is that someone working in the food industry for minimum wage doesn’t love their job and is putting out shoddy work. That couldn’t be it, could it?


Yes, this is what passes for a blog post today. Happy NaBloPoMo!  Quantity, not quality!

3 Responses to Psychic Pizza

  1. Kassie says:

    Is that MEAT!?! :p

  2. That is hilarious. I would’ve done the exact same thing if I’d gotten that pizza- taken a picture for the blog.
    So glad that Becky is feeling better!

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