Saturday, May 29, 2010
THE GREATEST SONG OF ALL TIME EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHINGS. EVER.
Are you fucking kidding me? How has this not won MULTIPLE Grammys? This shit should even sweep the motherfucking Country Music Awards. So what if it's not country? Trance/house/disco music about pizza should be the only thing people ever listen to, nay, the only thing people should be ALLOWED to listen to. Not only is the music flawless in its composition and structure, but the lyrics are some shit that would make Robert Frost shed a tear:
"We like pizza in the morning
We like pizza everyday
We like pizza in the evening
We like pizza any way!"
Gold. Fucking Gold.
Can it get any better? You bet your sweet ass it can, because apparently this is a radio version which means the original of the song must be raunchy as all hell.
"We like motherfucking pizza in the motherfucking morning, we like pizza every motherfucking day."
Oh kids these days, with their songs about pizza, dance dance revolution, and sodomy. My how things have changed since 96'.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
HALLE BERRY IS SINGLE.
Last night I went to bed after eating half a delicious cold pizza and I wake up to this:
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
PIZZA WEEKEND
ALL I ATE OVER THE WEEKEND WAS PIZZA. Duh. Like there's ANY other type of food worth eating on the planet. Maybe babies. And fuck you if you say sushi. I know sushi is GOOD, but pizza is better...way better, Like getting to bang Halle Berry instead of Stacy Dash.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I'M BACK MOTHERFUCKER (On the Reals)
Yea yea yea....it's been months. I know it's hard to go through your daily life without my erotic verbal pizza styling but shit's been hectic, and if you don't like it you can do one of two things:
1) Go fuck yourself.
2) Start your own god damn pizza blog (which I know you wont do cause you suck).
But in all seriousness I've been away for a little while, jet-setting off to the holy mecca of pizza, New York, and then to Israel for a couple weeks. AND YES I ate a shit ton of pizza, took pictures, and will be posting it in its entirety on the blog....just after I get over the jet lag and hooker-induced rashes I acquired in Israel. Words of advice: Never stay in a "hotel" that rents by the hour to prostitutes.
So just hold tight, grab your loved one, order some pizza, and fuck on the empty box. Then you can check the blog again.
Till then bitches.
1) Go fuck yourself.
2) Start your own god damn pizza blog (which I know you wont do cause you suck).
But in all seriousness I've been away for a little while, jet-setting off to the holy mecca of pizza, New York, and then to Israel for a couple weeks. AND YES I ate a shit ton of pizza, took pictures, and will be posting it in its entirety on the blog....just after I get over the jet lag and hooker-induced rashes I acquired in Israel. Words of advice: Never stay in a "hotel" that rents by the hour to prostitutes.
So just hold tight, grab your loved one, order some pizza, and fuck on the empty box. Then you can check the blog again.
Till then bitches.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Lack of Posting
The lack of posting does NOT mean I haven't been eating pizza on the regular, quite the contrary, just busy and what not (boning Halle Berry).
BUT I'M BACK. I'm ready to dish out hot pizza wisdom for your brain ovens. So chill the fuck out, grab a slice, and start masturbating. I mean eating.
Nevermind, just start masturbating.
BUT I'M BACK. I'm ready to dish out hot pizza wisdom for your brain ovens. So chill the fuck out, grab a slice, and start masturbating. I mean eating.
Nevermind, just start masturbating.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Costco Pizza is Some Damn Fine Nostalgia
I'm going to preface this post with this: Costco pizza is NOT that good. It's pretty shitty actually - the cheese is really salty and chewy, the dough is not up to par, and it usually sits out under heat lamps forever before they serve it to you by the slice. But you know what? Who gives a fuck.
The joy that I take in eating Costco pizza is that it reminds me of my childhood. Going to Costco with my parents and buying pants, batteries, cake, bagel dogs, books, cd's, toilet paper, etc, eating free samples of microwaveable deliciousness, and finishing it off with a trip to the food court for some pizza. That's America right there motherfucker.
The joy that I take in eating Costco pizza is that it reminds me of my childhood. Going to Costco with my parents and buying pants, batteries, cake, bagel dogs, books, cd's, toilet paper, etc, eating free samples of microwaveable deliciousness, and finishing it off with a trip to the food court for some pizza. That's America right there motherfucker.
EVERYTHING'S BIGGER AND BETTER IN COSTCO
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Pizza Spinning = The Manliest Sport Ever
Watch this video and tell me you DON'T want to drop your pants and let this guy go to town on you, male or female. And no, it's not gay to let a dude on the US PIZZA TEAM sauce your dough and twirl you around like a baton.
Pizza spinning is pretty fucking intense, and some people dedicate their lives to this warlock-type art form. What other food can you twirl around, chuck up in the air, and otherwise perform Cirque De Soleil-esque acrobatics with for national pride? I don't see a Nathan's hot dog juggling contest or a burger flipping expo going down anywhere. Time to step up your game, assholes.
What I would really like to see is the proponents of pizza spinning lobby the Olympic committee to include this SPORT in not only the summer, but winter Olympics as well. And to make things more interesting, the winning countries representative gets to have sex with Halle Berry. I've always said the best way to measure a nation's honor is by spinning pizza dough around to techno house.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Pizza & Dodgers: The Greatest Combination Since Dick & Vagina Pt 2
I am currently watching game two of the NLCS (Phillies vs Dodgers) and there's so much pizza around me I'm sincerely moved. My eyes are tearing up and my nipples are getting hard. That's normal, right?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Pizza Connoisseur on Radio Hotbodies Part Five
I made an impromptu appearance on Radio Hotbodies this week and lyrically was NOT in the zone. Didn't have my A game, mostly because I missed the pro wrestlers interview segments and was pretty bummed. I looked up to the dude with the fangs (GANGREL MOTHERFUCKER) so much when I was a kid. Alright I was in highschool, whatever, but I wanted to be a vampire like crazy. Not like one of those gay sparkle no-sex-having queers from that Twilight bullshit though. Fucking Mormons.
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(with 100% more blood drinking)
And for good measure here's Gangrel's enterance from the WWE. So much blood.
(with 100% more blood drinking)
And for good measure here's Gangrel's enterance from the WWE. So much blood.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Ameci's Pizza Lunch Special
Friday, October 9, 2009
Dedicated to the Late Uncle Disco
Last night while out and about in Downtown L.A. for art walk, my dear friend David Romo (above) came up to me with a cold piece of pizza and stuck it in my mouth. It was good but I was hoping the entire piece was for me, and not just some cock-tease bite. Fucking asshole.
Hope you enjoyed your post, Uncle D.
Hope you enjoyed your post, Uncle D.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Your Life Sucks
Some people have it real bad, sitting behind a desk mindlessly typing up some retarded ass spreadsheet, doing hard physical labor out in the unforgiving elements, or riding that pole to make a buck (you know who you are). Me, I get to cook delicious food for (white) people. My office is la cocina, a land full of mystery and Mexicans.
So it fills me with pure joy to be able to have the luxury of being a chef in an Italian restaurant, cause you know that bitch has a pizza oven, and you know I take advantage of that shit on the regular. I made such a delicious buffalo mozzarella/basil pizza, pictured above, which was so good I'm pretty positive I'm immune to all diseases/ailments/bacterias.
So when you're at work thinking about how much you want to murder that loud mouth-breather in the cubicle next to you, or how Peachez stole your favorite glitter makeup, just remember my life is more fulfilling than yours, cause you suck.
So it fills me with pure joy to be able to have the luxury of being a chef in an Italian restaurant, cause you know that bitch has a pizza oven, and you know I take advantage of that shit on the regular. I made such a delicious buffalo mozzarella/basil pizza, pictured above, which was so good I'm pretty positive I'm immune to all diseases/ailments/bacterias.
So when you're at work thinking about how much you want to murder that loud mouth-breather in the cubicle next to you, or how Peachez stole your favorite glitter makeup, just remember my life is more fulfilling than yours, cause you suck.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Lombardi's: America's FIRST Pizza Place
So my buddy Darren just came back from New York (that place that smells like rat feces) and gave me an in depth review about Lombardi's, which is arguably the first pizza joint in these United States. And for all the illiterates out there, he gave me pictures too, so enjoy. Although I have no idea how an illiterate would have been able to type in this URL or whatever. Shut up.
"After a facebook posting asking what I should do on my trip to New York, Joel suggested/demanded that I visit Lombardi’s in little Italy the first pizzeria in America. After reading mixed reviews I wasn’t so sure but Joel told me that going to Lombardi’s was basically the 11th commandment and I would melt in a coal oven hell for eternity If I didn’t go(don’t quote me). So I took heed and made it a point to get there.
The place is SMALL, which is probably why I read that there can be a 2 hour wait for a table. I got there early and avoided the hoards of pizza-thirsty tourists. Upon ordering I wasn’t able to decide whether I wanted the regular cheese or the white so I got a half and half, best of both worlds especially when it comes to hookers.The pizza came out beautiful and steaming, I think I was so excited I peed a little. The first thing I noticed was the severe lack of cheese on my “cheese pizza”. I didn’t let that bias me. I took the first bite and it hit me like a little flavor terrorist blew up in my mouth. It was the freshest slice I ever had…the sauce, the dough, the basil, the cheese you could taste them all individually. I wish there was more cheese but I would probably end up in the East River if I criticized them. The white side wasn’t as inspiring and actually had too much cheese. It had all the cheeses of the regular pizza plus ricotta and garlic olive oil with no sauce. Then the genius that I am…I flipped one slice on top of the other and achieved HARMONY!
Overall a great experience, but if I ever move to NY I hope P-Rex can deliver via Air Mail."
Well said Darren, but fuck you for not Fed-Exing me a slice of that pie. You're so inconsiderate no woman will ever love you.
"After a facebook posting asking what I should do on my trip to New York, Joel suggested/demanded that I visit Lombardi’s in little Italy the first pizzeria in America. After reading mixed reviews I wasn’t so sure but Joel told me that going to Lombardi’s was basically the 11th commandment and I would melt in a coal oven hell for eternity If I didn’t go(don’t quote me). So I took heed and made it a point to get there.
The place is SMALL, which is probably why I read that there can be a 2 hour wait for a table. I got there early and avoided the hoards of pizza-thirsty tourists. Upon ordering I wasn’t able to decide whether I wanted the regular cheese or the white so I got a half and half, best of both worlds especially when it comes to hookers.The pizza came out beautiful and steaming, I think I was so excited I peed a little. The first thing I noticed was the severe lack of cheese on my “cheese pizza”. I didn’t let that bias me. I took the first bite and it hit me like a little flavor terrorist blew up in my mouth. It was the freshest slice I ever had…the sauce, the dough, the basil, the cheese you could taste them all individually. I wish there was more cheese but I would probably end up in the East River if I criticized them. The white side wasn’t as inspiring and actually had too much cheese. It had all the cheeses of the regular pizza plus ricotta and garlic olive oil with no sauce. Then the genius that I am…I flipped one slice on top of the other and achieved HARMONY!
Overall a great experience, but if I ever move to NY I hope P-Rex can deliver via Air Mail."
Well said Darren, but fuck you for not Fed-Exing me a slice of that pie. You're so inconsiderate no woman will ever love you.
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