NO 'MO DOMINOS

Me and my buddy, Motel Todd, get together on Friday evenings and drink beer and watch movies and political shows and talk and order pizza. For the past couple of months we've been ordering from Dominos. We were doing this because Papa John's stopped delivering to the area of town I live in. Then the Dominos pizza scandal exploded on the Internet Tubes and so I said to myself, and later to Todd, "Screw Dominos! I ain't ordering from Dominos EVER again! I watched a news station report posted on YouTube of those two employees (with the female employee being a registered sex offender on top of it!) farting and boogering up those pizzas. So forget it, man! Never again!"

Todd suggested we get some pizza from Perrotti's Pizza, a long time Fort Worth institution.

I said, "Anything but Dominos, bro."

So we ordered from there and the pizzas were great. Todd, who has diabetes and is adamant about taking care of himself, got a six-item 14-inch veggie pizza and me, who has weighed 230 for the past 5 years at least no matter what I eat, got a six-item 19-inch all meat pizza.

Boy, what can I say. Todd says his was delicious and so was mine.

Now, I'm not a total freakin' pig --- just an average one. So I ate half of my enormous pizza Friday night and ate the rest of it on Saturday 'cause there's nothing better than leftover pizza.

This macro/micro shot, using Nikon's Nikkor AF-S Micro 105mm f2.8G ED VR lens (which I've finally started using after purchasing it two months ago --- it is SUPER good), is of Todd's all veggie pizza, the exact middle of it. Looks good, eh? And, best of all, you can see that there's no snot or butt boogers on it.

White Trash Photo Shows

Here's two video slideshows I put together using my photos, and those of some others, of my white trash redneck friends from over the past decade or so, living the low life while drinking Miller's High Life and listening to rock 'n roll like Molly Hatchet's Flirtin' With Disaster and Gary Glitter's classic arena rock anthem Rock 'N Roll, Part 2. You can also see these videos at my YouTube page. All of us somehow surviving divorces,needy friends, fucked up friends, the ups, the downs, the all-arounds, tales from Fred's Texas Cafe, cold ass beer, cheap booze, soul crushing shit jobs, pieces of shit cars, break downs --- mental and otherwise --- shopping for threads and footwear at thrift stores & flea markets, meeting all sorts of fucked up losers, freaks, weirdos and what the fucks?, suicidal depression driving us to near insanity, meandering through headbanging mid-life crisis's, doing the SSDD (same shit different day) routine, facing SNAFUs, barely making it through FUBARs, spending nights at dive bars with fellow barflies, reading Bukowski to make sense of it all, inhaling the bud, surviving chrushing thuds and and all sorts of crud.

Fuck it. Hell, yeah.

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