Pizza

My family loves all pizza. It doesn’t matter if it’s frozen, homemade or straight out of the oven from a pizzeria. We love it! We love all kinds from Canadian bacon and pineapple, to pepperoni to sausage, onion and jalapeno to supreme. We’re not prejudice. We love them all.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And when life steers your car straight into a pizzeria, you order a large pie.

Growing up in Wyoming, the son of a Game and Fish Commissioner, caviar wasn't exactly a perfect compliment to the antelope steak that we ate for dinner four nights out of the week. In fact, the thought of eating "salmon roe" makes me a bit sick at my stomach...

Fact: everybody who isn't a monster loves the smell of pizza. But that doesn't mean that Pizza Hut should be making a pizza-scented perfume. Especially because their pizza is exempt from the "everybody loves the smell of pizza" clause. But they're doing it anyway.

Confucius once said “Beer and pizza go together like beer and pizza.” He said it during his later years, he might have been losing his quotability by that time. Anyway, beer and a slice go so well together we’re a little surprised it’s taken so long for somebody to combine the flavors of pizza into a beer...