Friday, April 25, 2008

Pizza pie in the sky

I love pizza. I could eat it every day. But this is without question a sign of the apocalypse.

The dude on his back tossin' pizza dough is Justin Wadstein. Justin is from the good ole US of A and is "performing" during the acrobatic pizza event. I'll give you a few seconds to let you soak in the absurdity of that statement. OK, now for the "fun" part.... the acrobatic pizza event is but one such absurdly lame event in the World Pizza Championships held in Salsomaggiore Terme, Italy.

Apparently this absurdly lame "championship" is held each and every year and is where the world's best pizza makers gather to show off their chops.

Wow, so our society has become a utopia, huh? When did I miss that memo? I mean, it must be a utopia because we have all this free time to indulge in... acrobatic pizza tossing?

We are so doomed.


Justin said...

Ramblings of a man who thinks you're a piece of shit!

Do you not have time for other things than downing people who have cool talents that you can't do? What is it you can do other than rag on people you don't even know or have a clue about. You know what the real sign of the apacolypse is, negative little bitches like you who can't find happiness in there own life. I understand that you probably live in your mothers basement and have a stockpile of dry food and water, just incase the aliens come for us. So why don't you just smoke some weed, watch re-runs of The X-Files, have your mother make some food for you, and mind your own business. Get fucked you inbred son of a bitch!

Eli the Mad (Beer) Man said...

Cool talents? Riiiiiiiiiight.

Ah, the words of "intelligent" mouth breathers like this one never cease to amaze me. At least this one has the gal to use his name. Oh wait... "profile not available." Oops, guess not.

"Justin"... if you're so inclined (read, brave enough to come out from behind your protective computer screen), I'll be happy to meet you in public anywhere you'd like to discuss the finer points of debating. To prove to you that I am in fact not an "inbred son of a bitch" who lives in my parent's basement eating dry food, smoking weed, and watching reruns of X-Files.

Oh, and I'll be more then happy to show you how to use grown up words... words with more then four-letters (i.e., swear words), which you are obviously adroit at using.

Hell, I'll even buy you a beer. Maybe we can meet at a pizza place?! ;) Hahaha.