Wednesday, September 3, 2003
For whom the doorbell tolls - John Donne gets served up a slice of his own poetry.
When Mr. Donne penned the lines "...any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankine; And therefore never send to know for whome the bell tolls; It tolls for thee" he never saw this one coming. To laugh or to cry? But I flounder, I cannot say that the death of this man has diminished me in any aspect. It did something else to me, but I don't know exactly what at this point.
Anyway, I wonder which one of the big three he was working for. What your guess?
Get the door. [Hit the floor.] It's Domino's. By the way, you can trade blackout stories for pizza on their cute little fucking webpage. OK, here is a story for you. Warning NYC kids, this one might hurt.
Better ingredients. Better Pizza. [Better duck.] Papa John's
Pizza Hut didn't have any cute catchphrases on it's webpage that I could hack.
Update! I just found out that he was working for a local pizza store. Go figure.
Anyway, I wonder which one of the big three he was working for. What your guess?
Get the door. [Hit the floor.] It's Domino's. By the way, you can trade blackout stories for pizza on their cute little fucking webpage. OK, here is a story for you. Warning NYC kids, this one might hurt.
Better ingredients. Better Pizza. [Better duck.] Papa John's
Pizza Hut didn't have any cute catchphrases on it's webpage that I could hack.
Update! I just found out that he was working for a local pizza store. Go figure.
