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Suck it nigger. SUCK IT!

SUCK ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!







Sorry.
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I accept your apology but I am not sucking your dick. Instead I will tell you a story about something that happened to me today.

I was calling a prospect for a loan. The # turned out to be a pizza shop and they had never heard of the prospect whose name was peter gozenya. Think about that.
 
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Pizza stories. One time one of my ex girlfriends cooked a pizza with the plastic still on it.

She wasn't too bright, I'll be honest. She had other qualities.

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Jaysus. That's pretty good.

Ok I have one.

When I was a teenager I smoked a lot of weed. i was high one day and took a pizza out of the fridge in the box and put it in the oven in the box. I went to take a nap. When my Mother came home from work it was on fire in the oven. She freaked out, and rightly so.
 
Pizza stories. When I was about 22 I lived in a fucking mobile home with two other guys. Complete party pad.

Came home at 2am plastered one night. Put a Totino's in the oven to eat. Passed out on couch.

Pizza burnt, oven starts smoking like crazy. Fire thingys going crazy. I'm on couch passed out. One roommate comes out and takes the on fire pizza out.

Next day, huge black burn marks on ceiling.

I almost killed us.

I have a soft spot for white trash cigarette building fire folks.
 
I like where this thread is headed. Totally different direction than subject would lead one to think.

Pizza stories: When I was about 12 or so back in Bermuda my parents took me to the nicest little Italian place in town for my birfday.

I remember I ordered pepperoni pizza.

You have to understand, being from a tiny island, pizza was a delicacy.

I go to the bathroom to pee. As I'm at the urinal, a very Italian waiter comes in and says "Your name is John, yes?" I say yea. "It is your 13th (?) birthday, yes?" Yes.

And he walks back out.

It freaked me out. I ran back and told my soon-to-hate-each-other parents about my interaction. They laughed it off. But I was convinced that I just spoke to a weird psychic.

Five minutes later the entire staff came out with a cake and sang Happy Birfday to me.


God I hate that shit.
 
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I like where this thread is headed. Totally different direction than subject would lead one to think.

Pizza stories: When I was about 12 or so back in Bermuda my parents took me to the nicest little Italian place in town for my birfday.

I remember I ordered pepperoni pizza.

You have to understand, being from a tiny island, pizza was a delicacy.

I go to the bathroom to pee. As I'm at the urinal, a very Italian waiter comes in and says "Your name is John, yes?" I say yea. "It is your 13th (?) birthday, yes?" Yes.

And he walks back out.

It freaked me out. I ran back and told my soon-to-hate-each-other parents about my interaction. They laughed it off. But I was convinced that I just spoke to a weird psychic.

Five minutes later the entire staff came out with a cake and sang Happy Birfday to me.


God I hate that shit.
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dude Happy Birthday singing are the worst.

I was very gangly and goofy when I was little. My parents took me to Bennigans for birthday dinner one year and they came and sang to me. I stood up and smacked the shit out of my head as they were singing and everyone around us was looking at us. It made me upset.
 
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dude Happy Birthday singing are the worst.

I was very gangly and goofy when I was little. My parents took me to Bennigans for birthday dinner one year and they came and sang to me. I stood up and smacked the shit out of my head as they were singing and everyone around us was looking at us. It made me upset.
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Dood... :lmao: :rofl: :lol: :potato:
 
Pizza story: my very first time in Torino Italy I was staying in a hotel near the central station and I was going to a Juventus match at the old delle alpi stadium. I decided to walk to it from the center which was a good couple of hours. I usually used to do that cause like that you get a good feel for a new place. The previous day I had met a Nigerian that was staying at the same place and had tag along with me all day long, both days, cause of the English. So we start the little adventure and get to this very neighborly homey pizzeria where all they get is neighborhood customers I presumed, the whole place was kind of full so as soon as we get in you could just hear everyone freeze and stop talking and just stare at us for what seemed like a whole minute. A negro and a peruvian must have been a wtf moment for them lol. Then I just proceed to order the pizza to go and gtfo of there.
 
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