Me: I just really really want some taco pizza.
Kellie: that sounds yummy
Me: It really does and it's like...wtf, why would my brain even go there?
Kellie: why wouldn't it go there?
Me: Plus it's like. What do you DO in this situation? Really? Do I just WANT taco pizza, until I get it? There's no telling when I could come across a frigging taco pizza.
Kellie: very true!
Me: I'm going to have to order a taco pizza.
It can't be stopped, or helped.
Kellie: you really need to.
do it! do it!
I did not order a taco pizza.
While I was on the Mazzios website, my eyeball wandered to a pizza called "The Napoli".
You can imagine my reaction.
Now, imagine my reaction to a pizza with pepperoni AND sausage AND roasted red peppers AND roasted onions.
Now imagine that they brush the crust of that pizza with the same type of mixture that dominos does...you know...the cheesy, garlicky stuff.
Now, imagine that maybe this is why I love Napoli so much. He has the same name as an amazing pizza.
Or, it could be his rugged good looks.
Let's go with both.