"Pizza's here!"
"Oh, thank god. That smells delicious."
"That'll be 20 dollars."
"But the coupon says one medium pizza for 10 dollars."
"Yea but we charge 10 for delivery."
"Oh, okay. No one said anything about that but here ya go."
"Thanks. But it's actually $24.95. Surcharges and all."
"Oh...hm...alright. Well, here's four and some change."
"Thanks. Have a good one."
"You to-Hey! There's no pizza in here!"
"Oh, really? That's weird. Well, just hang tight. I'll send another guy out with the pizza."
"Wow. You sure do suck Comcast."
"Yeah. Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"Hahahahaaaaa..."
"..."
"..."
"Get off my porch."
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5 comments:
Wait a minute! If there's no pizza in there, how does it smell delicious!
Who are you trying to swindle here! I pays good moneys to surfs mine internetics.... and you go and spill your chocolate sauce all over me.
the smell represents the promise of internet! jesus! it's fucking symbolism! can't you bare with my filler while i go through writer's block?! you fucking vultures! shit! fuck! oh, happy birthday pook.
Aww, shucks. Thanks.
"Pizza Guy...
...Daughter's Dead."
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