Who Do I Think I Am??

This one's about corporate pizza.

THE PROMPT: "Since Brother hasn't initiated today's blog, how about we just blog about our day."

I agree, friends. What's up now? I was looking forward to my Canadian brother from another mother Brother Nature 's prompt and outlook. Instead, I get BIG BAD WOLF is Howling 's consensus. You'll have that for tonight folks, about five hours after I had decided I was ready to commit an entry.

So we ordered pizza from another giant corporate pizza chain tonight, Papa John's. And it wasn't good. The only allure is that they recently opened in the area (after having to watch their commercials for years during football games), and we had some coupons. And it sucked. It doesn't even deserve me putting it in italics; it sucked that bad.

Pizza Hut. Dominoes. Little Caesers. And now Papa John's. I could name at least five pizza places, locally owned, on the way to any of these chumps, that has better pizza. And fuck it, it's worth it to spend the few extra bucks to support the local businesses. And it's not just about the pizza. It's the wings, the subs, the tacos, all of that!

This is Buffalo, fools. Don't be bringin' your cardboard pizza around here anytime soon, no matter how cheap you price it. Cuz cheap, well, is just cheap.

MUSICAL BREAK!!

Yup, this was me this morning. Because in my mind, I'll never get old.

VITAL STATS:

Relatively easy day. But then again, it's all relative.

And I'm tired, so I'm gonna head on the hell outta here. Sleep in tomorrow, work a night shift, sleep a little more, and pray for Friday. Peace, and GOODNIGHT NOW!!

Don't do it. Like a fake, CGI'd Jerry Jones, just as fake is the pizza.