I wanted to own a pizzeria when I was a kid.
I love pizza. I LOVE it, like, I would marry it! But it would just be an elaborate ploy to eat her whole family at the reception.
The problem with marrying Pizza, is Pizza is always hanging around with Salad.
Salad is like Pizza’s nice but annoying friend.
Salad’s fine sometimes, but once in a while you gotta be like, “Look, Salad, me and Pizza wanna be alone”.