Blodder?

I have nothing to say. I'm just bored and thinking about pizza.

If any of you were real friends, you'd have one or two delivered to our house right now. Check the "circulars" in your mail today if you need a coupon. And no black olives, for Maude's sake.

Here's a topic: How many celebrities hate each other's guts, but put up with each other so they can be associated with the other person, photographed with them, etc. I personally think it's all of them. Otherwise, I can't even begin to comprehend the relationship between P. Diddy and the Olsen Twins.

Stop thinking about the Olsen Twins, you pigs. And you know who I'm talking about, Bandito. :)

Pizza. Now.

M