Ain’t that the truth.
I need to invite some friends over and make this.
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Finally, from an online friend, there’s this.
And I think I’m losing something. I’m making grilled pizza. Homemade dough, some good sauce, onions, sweet red peppers, mozzarella cheese, and a little Italian sausage. Wife asks me what’s on the pizza. I tell her. She asks again. I tell her, again. She holds out the Italian sausage and asks what’s on the pizza. Not the sausage, apparently.
And now you damn whippersnappers are gonna laugh. Well, GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!
It’s best that I not admit how easily this could be me.