Pizza Review
The owner was smoking cigarettes from his butthole when I got there. Man made this dog-ass pizza and didn’t even offer me a toke from his greasy cheeks while I waited in this dirty establishment that looked like a porno set. - Cheese tasted like smegma from a dehydrated camel. - The crust was sloppy like a turd being liberated from my Crohn’s diseased colon after a long night of eating cheese sticks and playing Microsoft Flight Simulator (with the boys). - The sauce was reminiscent of my fat grandma’s armpits when she’d go two weeks without a shower back in the old country. I sure do miss those armpits though. If you’re hungry enough to eat this pizza, you’d be better off busting a chut on a pillow and and smothering yourself with it while you pretend you’re on vacation in Mississippi.