pizza phobia...

caught this thing this afternoon. didnt report to work this morning due to constipation and it really sucks. ha. when my bro came home this late afternoon, i was pretty well so i decided to give my bro a treat, since i rarely do that. i was thinking of ordering mcdonalds but noticed that i had it last night and i have 50 bucks in my wallet, so why not pizza?

i hadn't tried canadian for some time since i kinda patronise sarpinos, but well, wont hurt trying rite? so i asked my bro to order 2 regular 10" pizzas, beef bacon cheeseburger and smoked salmon. i kinda heard his conversation and realised he missed the "regular" word, so after he ended his conversation with 62410241, i double checked with him if he ordered regular and mentioned the word "regular". he said, "yes."

but it turned out... no... 2 large 14" pizzas at the door step and i went, "shit man, how are both of us going to finish such stuff?" well, since that pizza dude made a trip down, i wouldn't want to send him back again, not knowing whether is canadian's or my bro's fault.

this is hell. i ate more thn a 14" pizza and i was bloated. i actually got sick for pizza now and the smoked salmon was awful. no more pizza till maybe after or during my bmt. argh...