… I also said you would be elated to spring for the keg of ale.
You fool! It could be the old poisoned pizza trick. Look, those two guys with that eevil grin who aren’t eating it!
Just don’t order one with pineapple. That could lead to a real fight.
The two of them are each holding a slice of pepperoni, but there is only one slice of pepperoni missing from the pizza. Not an impossible scenario, but fun to point out!
Yes, better to have pizza then fight to the death. At least till there is only one slice left and every one wants it.
Ahhh, Tolstoy’s sequel: War and Pizza.
Pizza without beer?
Those are fighting words!
The look on the Kings face?
Rodney hung upside down in the dungeon!
Pizza…the Perfect food
So who gets the plot of land?
King: "Now how will I be able to strike fear … "
They are trying to decide which is the best pizza. New York style, Chicago, Italian, or something else? My vote is for Neapolitan style, ( see the link).
Fighting to the death is such a pain.
If only reality could be this way.
Everybody loves pizza!
You guys should have gone to one of those places that sell 42" (or larger) pizzas (such as Big Lou’s Pizza here in San Antonio-http://biglouspizza-satx.com/)!
Oooh any chicken marsala slices left?
And they all look like they shared a blunt to help the ol’ appetite…
Man, if only all land disputes could be settled by pizza party!
Now the king will be eating tacos and drinking booze, while stringing up Rodney.
But then how do you know who wins and who loses? In war, somebody has to lose. In fact, usually everybody.
Yeah, pizza is way better.
I see the imminent death of twenty thousand men, that for a fantasy and trick of fame go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, which is not tomb enough and continent to hide the slain? Oh, from this time forth, my thoughts be pepperoni, or be nothing worth! – Hamlet, when he’s hungry
Is that Hagar’s Horde?
But the knives will surely come out when it comes down to the last slice…
Maybe if more of the people in this world felt this way, there wouldn’t be so much hate.
Pizza is the secret of world peace! (or maybe whorled peas …)
The king looks fatter….
Better leave the biggest slice for the Fink!
Until a dispute over whether pineapple should go on pizza ended in a brawl.
A fight to the death over land to be buried under.
Thank the Roman soldiers in the province of Judea. They were walking by the bakery in the synagogue when they smelled fresh matzah being baked. At the point of a sword, they ordered the kosher baker to sprinkle olives and onions on the flat bread. They sliced it up and the rest is history.
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