pizza slut

Last night, when G answered the door, the pizza delivery guy said, "Hi there, I have a large sausage for you."

G somehow managed to keep it together (I was in hysterics on the couch), but the second the door was closed, he looked at me and said, "Isn't that how most pornos begin?"

It's been almost 16 hours, and we STILL keep quietly humming bow chicka bow bow music to make the other laugh.

True love is finding someone to be this freakin' immature with.