‘When you’re the president of the United States, only the best pizza will do – even if that means flying a chef 860 miles.
Chris Sommers, 33, jetted into Washington from St Louis, Missouri, on Thursday with a suitcase of dough, cheese and pans to to prepare food for the Obamas and their staff.
He had apparently been handpicked after the President had tasted his pizzas on the campaign trail last autumn. ‘
Cue loud and obnoxious and mocking laughter here.
Climate change? Carbon footprint? Who the f*ck cares when we’re talking pizza! Pizza, dude! Give TOTUS a break.
Apparently that pizza place spouts off about its greenness too, probably organic stuff, the usual world loving schtick.
Excuse me while I laugh some more.
There was another truly obnoxious asslicking article yesterday, by Tomasky at the Guardian – I swear, his nose and tongue must be constantly brown – going on about how O’s one of the people and, but you know, the bestest ever, and, I really couldn’t do more than skim quickly. My stomach is getting worse at dealing with such pukeworthy worship. Not going to link to such crap, sorry, google it, but take some nausea pills first.
Anyway, once again, my peace-loving self is fighting the urge to kick some sense up a dumbass. Really, really kick it in so that it really sticks, you know? Do a job right the first time is what I always say.