Celebrity Judges MiraSlava, Carolina and Aura express contentment.Pizza contest night last night, and the competition was hot like 
Andy Cap Hot Fries. Lila pimped out a pie with breakfast sausage, mozzarella, and Trois Petits Cochons Saucisson Sec sliced about nickle thin. It was bumpin. Jess got in the mix with Zucchini, diced onion, seasoned ground sirloin, taco 
sauce and fat blops of Mexican crema on a hot mess of tomato sauce and mozzarella. It turned my mouth out with a mixture of exquisitely convincing decadence and equally convincing brute force. Poof! (As they say in France.) I slapped together a zuccini, onion and ground beef joint and then tossed whatever was left on a thing with chedda. Blagoing!
It was a toss up between that one and Jessina's crema blop
masterpiece according to the judges who brought along some deadly, but deceptively light mojitos, and shared gladly from our supply of Cachaca (Thanks Bob!) and Mexi-Coke.
Later the girls disappeared to the 15th floor and listened to Carolina spin some new wax and do another
round or six of mojitos. I thought about putting on a fake mustache, dressing as a pizza guy and taking the girls a "special delivery," but quickly remembered that it's not 1976 and icky is still the new icky.
Andy Cap Hot Fries. Lila pimped out a pie with breakfast sausage, mozzarella, and Trois Petits Cochons Saucisson Sec sliced about nickle thin. It was bumpin. Jess got in the mix with Zucchini, diced onion, seasoned ground sirloin, taco 
sauce and fat blops of Mexican crema on a hot mess of tomato sauce and mozzarella. It turned my mouth out with a mixture of exquisitely convincing decadence and equally convincing brute force. Poof! (As they say in France.) I slapped together a zuccini, onion and ground beef joint and then tossed whatever was left on a thing with chedda. Blagoing!It was a toss up between that one and Jessina's crema blop
masterpiece according to the judges who brought along some deadly, but deceptively light mojitos, and shared gladly from our supply of Cachaca (Thanks Bob!) and Mexi-Coke.Later the girls disappeared to the 15th floor and listened to Carolina spin some new wax and do another
round or six of mojitos. I thought about putting on a fake mustache, dressing as a pizza guy and taking the girls a "special delivery," but quickly remembered that it's not 1976 and icky is still the new icky.
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