I think frozen pizza is about INTENT not execution. I mean, look at that picture of Davida at the top? She is 200% unchallenged badassery in the flesh. She is coming at you with delicious frozen-then-baked goods, and they'll be the last thing you ever taste. The power of the human imagination makes the possibility of a flying frozen pizza so much more terrifying than the reality.
I believe this is the trap you fell into, O Friendo.
That famous Greek statue "The Discus Thrower"? What you don't see is the model crying after 11 minutes because his arm ached and he was worried the cleaning lady was staring at his b-cheeks. You look at that statue and think "He's going to throw that thing so far it'll hit him in the back of his head."
And thus, with your glorious KOREAN GOD PHYSIQUE image. There's no part of my brain that thinks "Floppy mess". It's all "Back of the head smoosh" intent. In that image, I am stunned by your intent. It might be a frozen pizza, but in a very Kipling sort of way, you are the put-upon housewife who murders her husband with the leg of lamb before cooking it and serving it to the rozzers. In the words of the great philosopher BA Baracas, "I pity da foo'".
Except KOREAN GREEK ETHNO-AMBIGUOUS GOD PHYSIQUE Dannis isn't throwing at Davida (because he already knows what's up in THIS throwing contest). No... he's coming at ME with cheese chaff and a bullishly stuffed crust. Blunt force trauma and then a hearty, delicious snack. And this has all happened in my mind in 2 seconds. You've not even cleared your throat to announce the commencement of The Epic Garlic and Herb Filled Beat-Down yet.
That'll teach me for questioning Fart Ninja Samurai (Let's toss Japan in here, too - why not?) logic and blaming the cat for my own miasmic shortcomings.
Enough! Vacate! And when I see that there was a rash of baddies being bludgeoned into lawful submission by a flying yeasty weapon, I'll know the truth.
I love your brain. Also, shit. Your "The Epic Garlic" line made MY brain go, "frozen garlic bread javelin." Who's ready for an entire suite of frozen Italo-Greek-Korean track and field events?? *stares pointedly at Dennis*
Now I wonder if you could throw a French-bread pizza thingy as a football and would it go any further? I suspect not.
Thinking of you as I read this article. https://www.washingtonian.com/2022/07/20/velveeta-just-released-a-liquid-mac-and-cheese-martini/
We need videos !
I bet Red Baron would fly pretty far considering I’m convinced it’s made out of actual cardboard
I would like Chmapaign's papa del frozen pizza to be demonstrated.
I think frozen pizza is about INTENT not execution. I mean, look at that picture of Davida at the top? She is 200% unchallenged badassery in the flesh. She is coming at you with delicious frozen-then-baked goods, and they'll be the last thing you ever taste. The power of the human imagination makes the possibility of a flying frozen pizza so much more terrifying than the reality.
I believe this is the trap you fell into, O Friendo.
That famous Greek statue "The Discus Thrower"? What you don't see is the model crying after 11 minutes because his arm ached and he was worried the cleaning lady was staring at his b-cheeks. You look at that statue and think "He's going to throw that thing so far it'll hit him in the back of his head."
And thus, with your glorious KOREAN GOD PHYSIQUE image. There's no part of my brain that thinks "Floppy mess". It's all "Back of the head smoosh" intent. In that image, I am stunned by your intent. It might be a frozen pizza, but in a very Kipling sort of way, you are the put-upon housewife who murders her husband with the leg of lamb before cooking it and serving it to the rozzers. In the words of the great philosopher BA Baracas, "I pity da foo'".
Except KOREAN GREEK ETHNO-AMBIGUOUS GOD PHYSIQUE Dannis isn't throwing at Davida (because he already knows what's up in THIS throwing contest). No... he's coming at ME with cheese chaff and a bullishly stuffed crust. Blunt force trauma and then a hearty, delicious snack. And this has all happened in my mind in 2 seconds. You've not even cleared your throat to announce the commencement of The Epic Garlic and Herb Filled Beat-Down yet.
That'll teach me for questioning Fart Ninja Samurai (Let's toss Japan in here, too - why not?) logic and blaming the cat for my own miasmic shortcomings.
Enough! Vacate! And when I see that there was a rash of baddies being bludgeoned into lawful submission by a flying yeasty weapon, I'll know the truth.
I'll know the truth...
I love your brain. Also, shit. Your "The Epic Garlic" line made MY brain go, "frozen garlic bread javelin." Who's ready for an entire suite of frozen Italo-Greek-Korean track and field events?? *stares pointedly at Dennis*
Dough ball shotput.
That's all I'm saying.
Inspired by this ad? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsawBYAxouU