Way to not further the stereotype guys.
(Pizza Guy having a moment of introspection.)
Who am I? Merely a greasy man covered in sauce and cheese like my father before me and his father before him? Just another piece of kneeded dough smothered in marinara and pepperoni slices doomed to emerge only once a year on this, the Mummerest of days? Ney! Why, one would just have to gaze upon mine arm to see that not only am I a Pizza Guy, but I am a decorated Pizza MAN! Hurrah! Awarded with the ribbon for best crust and most flavorful sauce, I walk with my head held high, thanking God for the gifts given me. Because Lord knows, I could have been born a Domino's Pasta Bread Bowl. Ew.
All is right with the world!
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