It’s Not Delivery, It’s Love

Frozen pizza, the one thing that keeps America intact. It’s the one thing that keeps my household intact. It seems to always be in the freezer, a beacon of hope to hungry and lazy Americans everywhere. Even the lactose and gluten-free individuals can enjoy frozen pizza.

I enjoyed a frozen pizza this morning. I say morning because it was indeed morning, before noontime. I tweeted asking the world whether or not if this was a good idea if I would be judged if I were to crack open the box of deliciousness before lunchtime.

I did it anyway. I was hungry. And the directions said it was going to take 45 minutes to cook, so I figured if I put it in at 11, it would be done closer to noon than morning time.

Several hours later, I got a reassuring tweet from DiGiorno Pizza. As in, It’s Not Delivery, it’s DiGiorno. Though, in true me nature, I wanted to be funny and told the world that it was an Uno’s pizza that I had eaten, debatably the best frozen pizza on the market, though don’t take me to court on that one.

What ensued next, was a short, but thorough, love story.

I tried to get a free pizza out of it… Shooters shoot.

In short, the wedding is next October, and it’s open invite if you follow me on Twitter. Follow me here.

Did you like this post?  You can follow me on Twitter (@biracial_booty), I like to think I’m pretty funny and also I tweet links to my blogs the second they go live (the literal second, I have it done automatically because I’m a social media #superstar). OR you could follow me on Instagram (@biracialbooty), I post more content, including my favorite Podcasts, music, makeup, various body positive posts featuring my chunky self and some of my favorite fat babes, and so much more!

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