It's no secret that of my numerous loves in life, pizza is pretty high on the list. Cheese pizza, specifically. Also finding themselves on said list would be men. When asked what I would do if I were forced to choose between them, I started to question the pros and cons of both. Pizza is akin to manna from the gods; likewise, Australian men are like walking and talking Ken dolls--stick a bow on one and you have my Christmas present. However, pizza makes you fat when consumed in mass like I tend to do as I lack the self control needed to turn down such a delicious treat. Men may not give you a food baby and cellulite, but they're just as harmful health wise--ever seen a girl who's just been dumped? We keep Ben & Jerry's in business.
So after hours of mental debate, I've finally made my decision. If I had to choose between men and pizza, I'd choose pizza. And buy a vibrator.
