When I was in 6th grade, at the mall with some friends, I remember seeing a t-shirt that said,
Sex is like pizza, when it's good, it's good, and when it's bad, it's still good.
I had no idea about sex at the time, but I knew I really loved pizza. And now, after 14 years of marriage, if asked to choose between sex or pizza... let's just say, pms week would be no contest. Extra cheese please.
The pizza we had in NYC was delicious. One of these days I want to do my own Pizza Tour of NYC and identify my favorite. I guess I'd have to be there quite a while, then have pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I could do it. Don't challenge me. Or if the Dairy Council wants to sponsor me, all my Pizza evaluations will include something like "though the crust was perfect crispness, the amount of Mozzarella Cheese® was slightly deficient".
Musings of a Mom (of kid and dog), Marketer, Pop Culture Enthusiast, Amateur Baker, Pop Culture and Food Fan
2 comments:
I'd go for the sex.
Truer words were never spoken!
I'm a big fan of pizza AND sex but on a night after an especially tiring, busy day at work? The pizza wins. And aren't almost all work days tiring and busy? ;)
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