Dear stomach,
I know you are very pissed off right now. I understand. I know that eating a meat lovers pizza for lunch wasn't the best of ideas, but it was free!! Can you please take mercy on me right now? I know you are creating WW III just to protest the awesomely nasty pizza, but please... can I at least go to sleep? Or better yet, stop throwing up? If stomachs can communicate to other stomachs can you tell Adam's to let him throw up? You see, we are both sick and in bed, and well... rather pathetic.
Sincerely,
Evi Figgat
PS I solemnly swear to never ever eat Pizza Hut again. [plus the announcer dude for their commercials bugs, right?!]
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