I ate the Cheeseburger-Pizza. Let's put it this way:
Eating it was a task appointed to me, and if I hadn't found a way, no one would have.
The pizza indeed tasted different. Like crap. It was the worst pizza ever. I don't even wanna know what exactly I've just eaten. Weird orange cheese? Strange little meat-pellets that strongly reminded me of mouse droppings?
It was the most artificial flavour in this world.
What have I learned from this:
Never ever, even if Hell freezes over, buy a cheeseburger-flavoured pizza.
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Brato: you are a Brave Man. Thank you for doing something that I now do not have to do.
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