This post was very amusing.
Now the word pizza is echoing in my
brain... I imagine hearing a thousand of crying men screaming and
demanding pizza... "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!".
I remember those days when as a teenager I lived at my parents'. Any
food I wanted, I could have it. We had three flavours of ice cream,
lots of soda, pies, etc. At one point I moved out and stayed
unemployed for a few months. When I came back home, people asked me
how I lost weight. I told them, "Now *I* pay for the food."
Whatever, I'm on my way to a better me. I'm putting as much veggies in
my mouth as I can at every meal.
Mike
194/180/170