You hate pizza. Can’t stand the sight or the smell of it. You’d almost rather eat dog shit. Your friend Tom fucking loves pizza, man. I mean, he will roll up a Totino’s like a quesarito and deepthroat it like Linda Lovelace, just slide that entire greasy motherfucker right down his esophagus. He doesn’t care if it’s a $1 frozen pizza, a Hot N’ Ready … Continue reading Go with the flow