Let’s order pizza tonight, it’s too hot to cook.
We can eat it on the porch and then we won’t have any clean up.
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?
Tough Bananas 