The obvious thing to do is to dress up as a pirate, strap Sassy to your shoulder, sail (or drive) down to the nearest pizzeria of your choice, barge in, and inform them in a heavy accent that if they don't make you the goddamn cheesiest pizza on this side of the Spanish Main, Arr, you're going to make them walk the plank (note: it might be helpful to have a plank).
Orrrrrr, you could call Jen up and tell her to make you a pizza.
You don't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, you get up on it. And if the wrong side of the bed is a qwall, that means you slam into a wall getting up. And that'd piss a lot of people off.
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Orrrrrr, you could call Jen up and tell her to make you a pizza.
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The part that really drives that home is strapping a mewly cat to my shoulder. I mean, what? Seriously, what?
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SUSPENSE!
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my original account "Funka_genocide" was hijacked by e-terrorist and is now entirely defunct and beyond any hope of redemption/salvation. If you wish to make veiled sexual advances on me through the medium of livejournal, you must use this account in the future.
sorry for the inconvenience.
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