Sunnyside, I presume. Or somewhere nearby.

The best part is that transition zone from cheese to sauce to crust. My favorite part of a good slice.

Neapolitan style. As is canon.

That is something I miss about having a Realtor as a spouse - the parties were good.

Yep. This is not war.

These fucking publications and journalists using that very wrong term as defined by the pig regime are driving me nuts.

The natural result of defining yourself as being against things others like rather than for things you actually like yourself.

They decided they can't like anything their enemies also like, which inevitably leads to them liking nothing.

they hate music, they hate art, they hate artists, they hate pop, they hate the video games they play, they hate the movies they watch, like, they're just all the worst fucking people you've ever met, none of them believe in anything