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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Author: Jan Moyer

Embracing my inner child since 2005.

4 thoughts on “Et tu, Brute?”

  1. I used to dress up as the Little Caesar’s mascot. After the first time, they informed me that you have to approach kids extra slowly or you terrorize them.

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