connecticut's sauce is weak.

but pepe's pizza sauce is strong, son!!
okay,
full disclosure:
i went on a date with two girls last night.
scandalous?
take it easy, neighbors.
it was harvest and maple...c'mon.
two of the bestest ones, for sure.
we got a little sharklike,
but only insofar as i needed to get some calories
up in my grill-piece, duders.
i'm losing weight,
along with losing sleep,
and waiting to feel better,
and i've got a F*ing fever, kids.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it's 4 a.m. and my clothes are soaked in sweat.
i'm still up in the darkness before dawn.
and apparently,
we ate our pizza in the booth next to
the one occupied by the governor of connecticut.
some weirdie named dannel malloy?
is that a thing?
my kids knew him by sight.
which is sorta cool.
i used pizza nutrient activation to begin battling back
against this contagious outrageous connecticut sickness.
it's working a little tiny bit.
i mean, i'm not shaking with fever chills.
i credit those slices of little italy's hottness.
*
everything is happening.
it all always is, y'know?
connecticut, y'all.
if you know,
then you know;
never quiet, never soft.....