Pizja vu

Overspent from the previous weekend and overtaxed by the stress of a short week, the Offender household decided to relax and order in pizza, a coal-oven thin-style with pepperoni, sausage and olives from our favorite family-owned place on the corner. Bacardi and frozen drink mixers had already purchased to make it a simple night in. The pizza arrived quickly, around 7:45, and was devoured in full by 8:15. (We'll punish ourselves tomorrow at the gym, we promise.)
Flash forward two hours and half a bottle of rum later: the same pizza delivery boy arrives with another pizza. We've seen enough porn to know what is supposed to happen when the delivery boy comes by a second time, but, this didn't seem very sexy or salacious. The poor pizza boy was flustered. This pie was meatball-laden which is simply too goombah for this gay duo. We let the pizza boy borrow our phone, but he was unable to get an answer from the number on the order. After years of watching porn and hearing stories from friends (did you know ordering a milkshake from W hotel room service will get you a blowjob?), we bid the pizza boy adieu and turned back to our Puerto Rican lover, Ron Bacardi.