I hate to be one of those people who talks about what a good time they had. It has always felt weird and somewhat gross to me, there’s a time and a place to do so. When you’re with a few of your close friends that’s a perfectly okay time to do so, or if it organically comes up within a conversation yet it doesn’t hijack the conversation itself. A public forum such as this doesn’t fit any of this criteria, yet at this point, I couldn’t care less.
Last time I had the time of my life, I ended up having a pizza party and I couldn’t have been happier. Sure it might’ve been by myself and sure it might’ve been a frozen pizza, but I made it a party. I made last night into the best pizza party since my 6th birthday when I had it at a slotcar track and beat all those other kids like a rented mule.
Now that I’ve presented that story, I’ll present to you this one, because honestly I don’t know what to say about it, so without any further comment. Here’s this.
