I poked one, it was dead. Affirmative.

September 8th, 2008 § 2

My boyfriend lords over a pizza restaurant; he’s been in the business of making pizza since he became legally able to work. Often I’ve wondered what he’ll do, should his doughboy career be cut short (for whatever reason). Then I remind myself that as long as people need pizza, there will be a place for him in this world.

Now I’m beginning to panic. Via she eats.:

Outsourcing pizza to vending machines – for shame. I hope that thing was made in the USA. Or that this is a Photoshop.

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