Every time I begin to feel like some of the people I hang around with are getting a bit too stuffy – something like this comes along.
I feel much better.
As I prepare for my yearly donation to the Las Vegas economy, I leave you with this story of gastronomical love.
He has married a pizza.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
His reason is, “Your love to a person is a temporary affection, however love for food is eternal and stays with you till your last day. Pizza won’t cheat on you and won’t give you up. I love pizza sincerely”.
Hard to argue with some of that.
And then they got married.
A Russian legal marriage certificate was officially presented to the guy.
I pronounce you man and pizza.
You may eat the bride.
That was a short marriage.
See you folks in 10 days.
Don’t be grumpy.