I stopped in at Pappy's Pizza a few nights ago. I was craving pizza, and I was getting tired of the typical chain restaurants. I had seen pappy's for years but never stopped in. I went in and was greeted by the smell of urinal cakes. I was hungry, so I let that slide. I briefly glanced at the dimly lit overhead menu. I wanted a large thin crust pizza with extra sauce and a double coating of pepperoni.
I was the only patron there, for obvious reasons, and I saw no signs of life on the other side of the aged and battered counter either. I yelled toward the rear in hopes someone would hear me. Someone did. A big hairy guy with a grease stained wife beater tank top came toward me. He slung a soiled towel over his shoulder and removed a severly chewed toothpick out of his mouth. I gave him my order he charged me $21.00.
I stepped outside to get some fresh air. The smell of urinal cakes and b.O. Was starting to ruin my appetite for $21.00 pizza.
10 minutes or so went by and the pizza maker/salesman handed me a fairly large size pizza box, labled "Pizza" on the top. I said thanks and walked outside. I could feel the hot grease soaking through the thin white cardboard.
I got home, set the greasy box down, and I opened the box. The first thing that caught my eye was a large black pubic hair nestled between two grease filled pepporoni slices. Please beware of Pappy's.
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