Hey. You, with the diet coke in your hand. Yeah, you. It's me, that pizza you've been craving? You know, the one that's smothered in delicious cheese cooked to a golden perfection? Me. I've been thinking that we should get together like, now.
What's that? You're watching what you eat? That's cool. You can look at me before you eat me. I'll even ask for some extra cheese grease to make sure I'm gleaming and looking my best. Maybe a little sprinkle of parmesan cheese over the surface to really catch your eye.
Wait a minute. If you can't have me all to yourself, you don't want me? As in, you don't want to share me? Works for me. I can be monogamous. I'm a one woman kind of pizza.
Hoooooold on now. You don't want to gain weight? Well that's easy, just snack on me in small amounts. Have a bit now, save the rest of me for lunch. I keep well in the fridge. I don't mind hanging out with the milk and eggs overnight.
Okay, now you're being difficult. If you know I'm in the fridge, you're going to want to eat me? Awesome. I don't quite care to hang out with the milk and eggs. To be honest, they're a little too healthy to hang with the likes of me! Warm me up and I'm ready to go!
All right. I can get the hint. You don't want anything to do with me. Maybe we can get together on a splurge day? Like old times? I can bring my buddies, the chicken wings!
Well. I can see I'm not wanted here.
I'll be back. Just you wait ..
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