if there’s one thing i miss about the year i spent in columbus (there’s not much), it’s being privy to testing fast food creations there. that and jeni’s splendid ice creams was pretty good. 

i have handled scorpions in my shoes and shower, been thisclose to someone in a clown mask firing a gun at my apartment neighbor (it’s a fun little community, what can i say) and even skied headlong into a tree, and i still can’t bring myself to open a dough can. i make whoever else is there do it. not ashamed.

hello pizza twin

oh goddammit.

yes, yes, a thousand times yes. i’ve gotten hate for my love of bacon pineapple pizza (if there’s ham bc someone else ordered it, fine) but the way i see it, that delightful pineapple serves a dual purpose: it is incredibly delicious and cuts through all the meaty/cheesy/rich flavors, and it also keeps poachers away…

correct. i go for bacon in lieu of ham and it’s the best.

i am an avid fan of describing the exact scenario someone looks like and this nailed it. thank you.