“Pizza anyone?” Angelina sang and pulled the large pie from the oven.
Just like with the three previous ones she had made today everyone passed. They’d had too much beer, too much football, too many nachos. Her carpet was a mess. She sat at the table and began eating this one too.
After the first pie Angelina had undone the button on her trousers.
After the second pie Angelina had gone upstairs and changed into sweatpants.
The salt from the pizza had caused her ankles to swell up so after the third pie she pulled on her Uggs.
As she choked down the last bite of the last slice Angelina felt a rumble in her gut and with a tremendous roar she exploded – spraying offal on all four walls of the kitchen.
“Honey, can you keep it down?” Richard called from the couch. “We’re trying to watch the game in here.”
I really struggled with this one – Hope you like it! Sorry it’s so late in the week.