‘Hey Vern, what’s these dead minnows doing on my pizza?...Ernest P. Whorl-—aka the late Jim Varney.
..........that’s amore.
Good woman.
I had a girlfriend that would send me flowers at $35.00 dollars a pop, which was insane to me, to me flowers are useless, worse than lighting a cigarette with $35.00, so I sincerely tried to explain to her that sending me pizza was much more meaningful, but I could never make her see the reality of that, so all that money was just wasted.
If you love a man, deliver some pizza to him, or BBQ, or something that really has meaning, like an order of Thai for two, so that he has leftovers for the next day.
Aren’t women supposed to be romantics, do we have to explain everything to them?
That really nice of the deployed wife to do that. But what is missing is whether the husband ate that whole big pizza pie all by himself. I suppose that’s pretty cynical to even bring up but that’s what I get for reading the headlines of the Enquirer while I’m standing in the grocery line.
Talk about having been jaded by that psychopath in the White House...I thought this was gonna be a story about two “husbands”.
Mmmm. And that's a good pizza right there......