Pizza Guy Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he asked, in a firm voice. I laughed out loud. “You know, this nearly caused Jada and Jakob to divorce … this very question but I do have an answer,” I said, matter of fact. “My perfect pie would be made by Jakob because he’s truly an artist. It’s a tie. Garlic with broccoli, simple and delicious and you’re oozing garlic out of your pores for days and his chicken wing pizza … it’s hot sauce to give you a tingle on the back end but ooey gooey and filling to get you across that climatic finish,” I said, matter of fact.

I don't even look at it; I just order chicken pizza with cheese and catupiry. "Have you already chosen?" I ask as I put the menu back on the table. "Good evening, gentlemen," Sebastian appears with his order pad. I'm glad he didn't act like he knows me; I don't want anyone to know that I need to work before I graduate from college. "Chicken pizza with cheese and catupiry and for Miss..." "Four cheese, please." "Your orders will be delivered in a moment," Sebastian says and leaves. "How old are you really?"

Zander asked without looking up from his phone. “Ham and pineapple,” I said, just to see what he would do. “We’re getting separate pizzas,” he muttered. “It was a joke; I like Supreme or the works,” I said, hoping he hadn’t ordered my mom’s favorite and my least. He sighed. “Are you going to give me a smartass answer about the crust too?” “I don’t really care about the crust as long as it’s cooked,” I told him. He rolled his eyes and then poked in the options on his phone.

He high-fived me, grinning, "Swim meat's goin well...real well...don't ya think?" I grinned, nodding, "Yeah...really well...I'm feelin' good!" Then Marty said, "Adam...buddy, you thought that pizza was good...was it called the "Big Meaty? You got double the meat here...a Big Meaty Supreme a fuckin' Supreme!" Gradually working my dick deeper, I was pumping super slow till it bottomed out, and I groaned, "Fuckkkkk...Adam...that's fuckin' nice!"

Then he asked, "Now, what aren't you allergic to?" Troy replied, "Hawaiian pizza. We're growing boys, so we eat a lot." Sinjin pressed, "Are you one hundred percent sure that pizza is good for you? I'm not joking." The boys affirmed, "We're one hundred percent sure, sir." "Your aunt will be here soon," He informed them, as he took out his phone again to check for a pizza place. He would have been in serious trouble with Eds if Sande had not saved him.

he spat out with a smirk at the corner of his lips. I could feel my body wanting to get back at him for those words of his, especially when both of them gave way to laughter. I put on a bright smile ready to shock them. "I love Teenage Mutant Turtles, it is one of my best Nickelodeon series. Most importantly, Michaelangelo looks cute being childish and has cool moves in fighting the villains," I replied calmly as their facial expression was that of 'awestruck'. They must probably be wondering why a 15-year-old teenager is watching a cartoon.

Just enough. “Well, in that case,” he said, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, “what’s your go-to? Pepperoni? Pineapple? Or are you one of those chaos agents who orders anchovies?” “I’m a classic girl,” I said. “Extra cheese, garlic crust. pepperoni. Also, pineapple on a pizza is a discusting crime.” He gasped, hand to his chest in mock betrayal. “You wound me.” “I haven’t even started yet,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs, letting the edge of my smirk linger. “But if you’re putting fruit on bread and calling it dinner, you deserve what’s coming.” He chuckled again, head shaking as he tapped at his phone.

Jackie frowned and Bobby caught it, his brows snapping together. “You alright Jackie?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked up to the cashier and she could feel the burn from the other woman into her back. “Welcome to Pizza Palace, what can I get for you guys tonight?” Jackie smiled at the upbeat teenager. “We’ll like two large pizzas, one just cheese and one with ham. And two orders of wings please.” “Big gathering?’ the cashier asked and before Jackie could reply, Bobby jumped in.

she asked, turning to the little boy who was sitting in his high chair. "Hungry!" Liam exclaimed, clapping his hands. I chuckled, adjusting him on the seat. "I'm going to get a pizza with pineapple juice," I said, glancing at Mitchell, who was still looking at the menu. "For me and Liam, of course." Mitchell finally looked up from the menu, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Pineapple juice?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's a good idea for a toddler?" I shrugged, grinning at her. "Why not? Live a little!"

“Was expecting a little more fight there.” “Sorry?” Trent says, the jacket bunched in his hands. “No need to apologize.” Big Jim smirks at Carrie. “Trent, you’re going to go downstairs. Have yourself a pizza. I recommend the new one we’re serving, with the fried calamari and the extra cheese. What do we call that?” “The Gut Bomb,” Carrie says.