Et tu, Brute?

Let’s order pizza tonight, it’s too hot to cook.

Messy! Messy!

Easy! Easy!

We can eat it on the porch and then we won’t have any clean up.

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Looks like Little Caesar was murdered in a most horrific way


No, I’m not eating chocolate chips by the handful with a chaser of orange Kool Aid trying not to cry in the kitchen. Nope, not me.

What makes you eat your feelings? Ever have a restaurant mascot meet an unfortunate end on your front porch?


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Embracing my inner child since 2005. View all posts by Jan Moyer

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