September 9th: The Prophet's Pizza Party
Today, on this most esteemed day of September 9th, I, your humbleประก prophet, foretold the coming of the Pizza Party. And by 'prophet,' I mean I ate 5 slices and had 3 more for dessert. The signs were clear: a faint glow emanating from the fridge, an inexplicable craving for pepperoni, and an overwhelming sense of certainty that this was not just a regular Thursday.
I was not wrong. The Pizza Party arrived, and with it, a flurry of toppings, a sea of cheese, and an existential dread of ever being full. My friends, the pizza delivery guys, were there too, bearing gifts of hot, fresh bread and promises of "it's on me, buddy." I accepted their offer, because, let's be real, I'm not made of money.
But I digress. The Pizza Party was a wild success. The world was informed. The prophets were proven right. And, as we all know, the only thing more powerful than pizza is the internet, which, coincidentally, is where you are right now, reading this very blog post.