Dear Army of One,
"Pizza" is YOUR killer? I was getting fat on pizza when your parents were just dating one another.
Seriously, I could kill for a pie right now. It's Saturday night, I am working and I fought with 2 incredibly arrogant
judges yesterday to the point where I had a headache from their nasty treatment of me.
Years ago, I had a client who owned a pizzeria. The joint was literally a 90 second ride from my house.
Here was the deal: I gave them free legal advice and EVERY Friday night I would come by for a double layered cheese and
double layered pepperoni pie for free.
They were my favorite clients until their landlord pushed them out.
Heaven can be found in that look your dog gives you when he is saying, "I don't care what the rest of the world thinks of you, I love you",
finding that perfect peanut butter/chocolate dessert and of course, an orgasm with a really hot chick.
BUT, when all is considered, that pie I previously mentioned is as much mourned and missed by me than ANY stripper I ever met.
Share in my lamentation or eat heartily of that pie tonight, for me, my friend.
Sad and Hungry,
Harley