Left in the drawer to shrivel and die. What a sad fate.

Don't let that thing get caught in the spokes of your bike, beheading by pizza is a gruesome way to go.

Extra babaganouj please! And keep your swarthy beard hairs out of it this time!

That's about to be one seriously refreshing lake.

Baby, we just don't fit together. Even together we're just so lonely.

You know when it takes multiple plates to hold your slice that this pizza is not messing around.

Where did I go wrong? Why didn't I take that trip to the Poconos with Rebecca when I had the chance? Is this all there is?