One hot summer's day, I was starving, far from home, and only had a tonnie toonie and a loonie in my broke-ass pocket. So I walked into Pizza Pizza and got a calzone calzone.
Now, I usually love calzones, enough to overlook even horrible ones. Not this one.
The center was ice cold. The pepperoni was slimy.
It was solely enough sustenance to get me back home, and I promptly threw up. Barf barf. Maybe that's why it's called Pizza Pizza - I definitely saw my calzone twice.
Thanks, Pizza Pizza. You were gross gross.