It was a dark and stormy night. The kind of night where the only thing that could possibly be more satisfying than a good book was a whole pizza by myself. And so, I did it. I consumed an entire, glorious pizza in one sitting. The cheese stretched, the sauce dripped, and my arteries creaked in protest.
But let's be real, it was worth it. The flavors danced on my tongue, a culinary symphony of delight. I was in pizza heaven. The kind of heaven where the only thing that could possibly get better is if someone handed me another pizza.
Read on for the aftermath, where I had to be rolled out of the house on a stretcher.