Last week on payday I had stocked up on some chicken Breast to cook for dinner. I had used two out of the five. I just got home and wanted to.cook something and I went to grab the chicken and could.smell it from when I opened the refrigerator door. I don't get paid until Thursday and have nothing to eat. I would love a warm pie.
Here is a poem I wake up to a sky of clear, / And open my wallet to fear, / I would love something that delivers, / To save me from these hungry shivers, / If you can, I'd love you my dear.
Submitted October 13, 2014 at 03:21AM by arlington_hick http://ift.tt/1v0szO3 Random_Acts_Of_Pizza
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