This particular heart attack on a plate had meat balls
(don’t all men have meat balls too. I mean they should say what kind of meat
balls if you ask me) pepperoni, oven baked ham, salami, Italian sausage, and
parmesan cheese. It’s just a bit short of them slapping a dead pig on your
pizza and serving it up.
To be honest, I still proffer a good old pepperoni
from Costco, but you can’t get blasted at Costco which is why my brother goes
to BJ’s. With BJ’s it’s all in the beer.
