Perhaps you recall this series of especially flattering shots from February when I went through a 10 day nutritional detox. If you don't, heck, even if you do, take a second to remind yourself of what I look like when forcing a powdered sewage shake down my own gullet. It's a great look. I'm sure all the supermodels will soon be working this look.
Believe it or not I subjected myself to this process and all the attendant liquid horror again. Voluntarily. Yeah, some people are gluttons for punishment but if you didn't already figure that out about me then I guess I should thank you for holding onto delusions which paint me as being somehow sane.
Wednesday was the first day I could anything I wanted. I made a beeline for this 12" onion and green pepper pizza. It was done to perfection. It made me very happy.
So very happy. (I'm easy that way. Especially after gagging down the swill shakes. Honestly, the only way I could do it was to mix the swill and chug the whole thing in one long continuous gulp. It was determined by observers that I had missed my calling as a competitive beer chugger. They found it vastly entertaining to watch me slug a pint of this crap back as quickly as I did and then chase it with a pint of water after it, all in under 10 seconds. They're easy that way. But I digress...)
I did not share my pizza. It was my reward. I took my time and savored every last bite of it.