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Originally Posted by Phrozen Sands
Oh snap Lol. What happened, CG? Why do I have a feeling this is going to be funny as hell.
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Okay, so….. no one, except for my kids wanted Christmas dinner leftovers from last night, so we decided to order a pizza. The pizza guy rings the doorbell, I answered the door wearing an MSU sweatshirt and plain shorts — nothing crazy — just normal lounge around the house sweatshirt and shorts. And the pizza guy, “Kyle” immediately locked onto my legs like he’d never seen knees before. I gave him his tip, and he just kept staring, like I was the main course and the pizza was the side dish.
And honestly, based on the way he was looking at me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got back in his car to have a moment — probably next to someone else’s pizza in the passenger seat, just sitting there like.. “I did not sign up for this.”
And then like… his fingernails looked like he’d been digging through potting soil. I mean, if I wanted extra toppings, I’d have asked for them. I seriously don’t need a side of “Kyle’s” DNA baked into my crust.
I didn’t eat it. My mom and my hubby are eating it (so gross), but I made myself a salad, instead.