Still 'grounded'

I still can't bring myself to sample pizza pies. Nope, not yet. I know I wrote below that I should get back to business this week, but I think I need more time. Well, for one thing, I have this gastrointestinal issue of being lactose intolerant. I've also been such a walking gas-bloated femme fatale, I'm afraid stuffing in cheese and white-flour, gluten-ridden pizza dough down my delicate throat will send me straight to the hospital. Yeah, it's kinda freakish. Besides, pizza stores here would prefer that I buy by the whole tray than a slice, which I can't afford it for health reason. Guess I might need to stick around with Sbarro's in the Union until I'm confident enough that my intestines can handle the rough pizza ride down the tubes.

Speaking of tubes, I came across the scariest thing: DEEP-FRIED PIZZA. Yeah, you read it. DEEP-FRIED. I saw a clip (Topping Pizza on The 9) that shows somebody somewhere in NY that dip a slice into a batter, gives the poor baby a hot oil bath, and then cut the pie into half. Thinking about gazillion calories in that shi*... uggghhh, I think I need some fresh, warm lemonade to clean my intestines now.