Yesterday evening my ghostwriter and Dad made the epic journey—epic in that I mean driving down routes 390, 490, and 590, and through the Can of Worms, in rush hour traffic!—to visit our favorite miniature human, Ryan. As you can see, he has grown up a lot, and has become quite knowledgeable about things in general.
|Now lookie here!|
|It's pizza night.|
Pizza tastes delicious, and it’s OK to eat it with your hands. And pizza grease can do wonders for your hair. Make sure you rub it in liberally into your hair before your Mom gets a chance to wash your hands off!
|We give pizza a thumbs up.|
My culinary colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Stephens and I give pizza a thumbs up too, even though we don't have thumbs; and we're wondering where the left overs are.