Yo. You know what’s up? Pizza. Pizza is the shit. Hot pizza, $1 pizza, pizza delivery, brick oven pizza, pepperoni pizza, pizza with ranch dressing, coal-oven pizza, buffalo chicken pizza, cold pizza that you eat in your underwear at 2pm in the afternoon because fuck it, you’re a fatass blogger cliche. Pizza rules.
October is National Pizza month — along with Breast Cancer Month and the month of my birth (…and Drake’s) birth. In honor of National Pizza month, here is a very drunk dude who just loves his damn pizza.
What time is it?
Pizza time, bitches.