Pizzaaaa

So I'm (mildly) drunkenly writing this...I'm on my third LaBatt's Blue (which apparently is just call LaBatt Blue...whatevs). These cans feature the state of Michigan, which, it's a Canadian beer soooo? What now? Pilsner is spelled Canada-y so yay?






I don't know. We had pizza from an establishment named the Yankee Boy. It's *the* restaurant in town. I haven't been inside since I was like....23ish Sooo I stole these images off of google. My dad walks over to get the pizza.






But the pizza is delicious. It always has been since I was a kid.
We had sausage and black olives (Kyle would be happy!) and sausage and onion. Parmesan crust. I would say this is better pizza than any chain. ESPECIALLY PAPA JOHN'S. Which patently sucks.


Remember when Papa John had his old camaro that he sold found? I do. Because I remember weird stuff like that. Or when he was a dick about Obamacare? I also remember. I also remember that his pizza sucks and he should be PAYING US to eat it. Whatever. Yankee Boy is delicious. My stomach thanks you dad for getting it for us.