Srsly where’s my pizza? </3
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I order a muthafuckin’ pizza from you at 3:30 in the morning, cry myself to sleep watching The Notebook and you don’t just leave my muthafuckin’ pizza at my doorstep when you get here and I don’t answer the door?! I woke up in a cold sweat hours later when I realized that I didn’t get my pizza, rolled off the couch and sprinted to my doorstep completely naked and my muthafuckin’ prepaid pizza was nowhere to be found. Fuck you. Fuck you in the face!!!
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