Sorry to hear about your Dad.” He shrugged. “He was seventy, and we always told him fast food would kill him.” “Heart attack?” “He was hit by a Pizza Express truck.

What’s the difference between Thom Yorke and a pizza? Pizza’s not as cheesy and delicious as Thom Yorke

Home in bed listening to the rain getting ready to order a pizza. Sounds like a song til the last part.

This Pizza Is So Disgusting, If You take It To Italy, You’ll Get Arrested.

This isn’t a pizza, this is a mistake. This is an Italian tragedy.

I can eat two large pizzas and a tray of brownies in one sitting. I’m not sharing that. We can get another one, but I ain’t sharing.

I would never win an award for not loving pizza.

Far out in the uncharted banckwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow pizza.

I went to a pizzeria, I ordered a slice of pizza, the fucker gave me the smallest slice possible. If the pizza was a pie chart for what people would do if they found a million dollars, the fucker gave me the “donate it to charity” slice. I would like to exchange this for the “keep it!