I Can Has Pizza?

Our stove died, like, a week and a half ago, so I have been without pizza for a bit longer than usual. We’re at critical mass here, folks, because a Sarah without supreme pizza is a Sarah you really, really don’t want to be around.

I would gleefully urinate in Nancy Pelosi’s Botox stash for just one slice – with all the Canadian bacon, bell peppers, mushrooms, pepperoni, and plenty of mozzarella. Oh, man. I guess that I could go to Pizza Hut, but a) their food sucks, and b) well, do we really need a “b” when “a” is a pretty-good reason?

Then again, I would do that peeing-in-the-Botox thing anyway, pizza or not.

Just saying.