If I really was "Pizzaguy", I'd come home to this:



Instead, I come home to this:

 

Sorry about that my friend....but I bet the dog licks your face the second you walk in the door....

Dogs are the best...

 

He won't end up in the doghouse either.

 

If you really were Pizza Guy why would you ever leave home in the first place?

 

You mean you don't deliver pizzas in your Crossfire?

What does your handle mean?

 

When my boys were little, I had a years-long habit of making home-made pizza on Sunday night.

One evening, my oldest (age at the time 10 or 11) son bounced into the kitchen and asked, "How's dinner coming, Pizza-Dad?"

When I applied for my first email address... Pizzaguy sounded better.

 

Looks like a pizza with the "works" to me.

 

Very cool.

 

Is that a sausage pizza?

 

In the words of Mr. Bill "ohhh nooooo!"

 

Pizzaguy ???

 

Before I met him a few years back I was expecting...

Or


BUT if he was dressed like this, DO NOT open the box

Sorry but the above pic was not rated PG... Had to edit...