We’re in Hawaii again! It was kinda cloudy today but you know what makes that okay? The best pizza in the world, that’s what. Kona Brewing Company might make great beer. I don’t know nor do I care. Their pizza is so good I want to take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant. I mean goddamnit, that’s good fucking pizza.
The rest of the day (after a last start due to a nice sleep) involved buying Tara a proper boogieboard, groceries, and sundries. We also found time to make bad jokes about Heath Ledger’s chocolate bar empire and a dip in the pool.
Also I’m extremely gassy. Tara asked if I might have eaten a farting dog. I might have. A healthy man doesn’t make this kind of stink.
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BITCHES! I fucking love the BBQ chicken pizza with pineapple. Man, that shit should be illegal it’s so good.
When I told Derek that you were at KBC, he shrugged his shoulders and said “it’s alright” and then as he walked away, he muttered “that’s what I tell myself.” At least I’m not the only jealous one in the house right now.
Have fun! I might pay to see Tara’s Big-Wave-In-The-Face face again. Heh, she’s cute.
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