Driving home. Jonny intimated that he was going
to get a takeaway. I had only eaten cake and
midnight was fast approaching, my stomach instantly
became a cavernous and empty pit, and the full moon
resplendent in the evening sky turned into a giant
pizza - I could think of nothing else. So using the
power of modern technology, Jack was able to
find a takeaway that was just shutting, and was
prepared to sell us their last pizza of the night.
I've had bland, dry and unappetising pizzas before,
but I've never had a disgusting pizza - last night I did.
On close inspection I noticed that it bore an uncanny
resemblance to the surface of planet Mars.
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