pizza is a lot like sex. when it's good, it's really good. and when it's bad, it's still pretty good.
cristy and i are not convinced this assessment is exactly accurate, having heard (through the grapevine, natch) that bad sex is actually pretty bad. we can state from our own experience, however, that the pizza at red rock pizzeria, voted one of the two best pizza joints in d.c., is pretty darn tasty.
anyone out there willing and able to validate (or refute) our theory about sex, please feel free. (and please bless that it is not one of my parents.)
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As I sit here, a multitude of thoughts are going through my head on what I could say about the whole sex thing. If I was Evan, I probably would have put one here without much thought....but, alas, even though I am not your parents it might be best to leave that subject alone....
P.S. I got your email. Totally fine. Completely surprised you even thought about it enough to send one. Overwhelmed with joy and love for you. And very bad at correspondence.
The really sad thing is, is that we had to make a rule at my house that my parents could no longer remark about having sex with each other at the dinner table. Yeah. You heard me right.
Thanks for sharing this.
I love pizza and I probably would have put one here without much thought.
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