After the bowling, we went to some pizza restaurant to replenish our energy. And yes, I let both my wife and my dog choose whatever they want to eat. Me, personally, wouldn't touch them junkfoods off my cheat day.
While the dog was drooling over the extreme cheese pizza, Adel was having a feast on his mozzarella sticks, and I simply rested my elbow on the table, making sure that they enjoyed their meal.
I hoped we'd get to eat in peace though.
Yet, no longer than 5 minutes after that, there came a couple more pans of pizzas to our table: one pepperoni, one super bacon, confusing the f*ck out of me.
"What--" As I exclaimed, Adel seemed to almost choke on his pasta, his eyes got as large as f*cking ostrich eggs seeing 3 pans of 12-inch pizzas on our table alone.
"Did you order this?" I asked him. Boy, did he quickly shake his head.
"Yeahhh~ Cheese, pepperoni, bacon!"
