Tmnt Pizza Novels & Stories

"I'm going to make a pizza for dinner. Any specific toppings that you want?" "Ham, mushroom, and peppers! And on one half put pineapples on it! Can you make the crust chessed stuffed?! And also can you make some hot wings with it?! And a pie!" Timothy ask. "You know," I began as I grab some ingredients and a large bowl, "You can try making food too."

"Have you two eaten yet?" Patti grinned. "Only you!" She shook her head. "Not yet. Any ideas?" "We could phone for pizza or Chinese? On me." "Sounds good," said Patti. "Pizza?" "Fine by me," said Jack. "Jan?" "Yeah, me too. Get extra mushrooms," she said, eyeing Jack's half-hard prick. Patti giggled. It was the work of moments to phone in the order. "About eight-fifteen, they say," said Patti, hanging up the phone. "Almost forty minutes to kill." She glanced at the others. "Any ideas?"

While the men were having a business meeting Ken received a phone call from Tina she was craving pizza especially Hawaiian pizza since she had a craving for a specific pizza with pineapple and the delicious ham taste. So Ken had no choice but to come and consult his mum about who would deliver the pizza. When he called his mum Stacy was confused about what was to be for dinner since her chef was off duty on a specific day and she was not anticipating visitors. There were some leftovers that they could have warmed and eaten but now she needed to serve a decent dinner.

By noon this place is packed and sold out. We sit. “What you getting?” I ask. She tells me, and I go to order our food. I get my usual, Italian sausage, green pepper, and cheese pizza puff. Massive. Basically a small pizza folded inside out with beer-batter crust and dipping sauce. Tempest orders an Italian beef with mozzarella cheese, extra cheese, hot and sweet peppers, toasted. We split fries. Drinks are self-serve. I bring the drinks back with the table number and sit down.

“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.

Jo complained. “I can call a pizzeria near my place and order a pizza.“ He looked at his watch. “They are still taking orders for another ten minutes, and we could take a taxi and return home as quickly as possible.” “That sounds pretty good. I want some classic margarita, or any kind, without pineapples.” “They don't serve pseudo Hawaiian pizza there.” “Okay, I forgot that only Mike knows places where you can get that.” “Hmm…” Matthew only nodded as he knew his friend's ‘deviant’ taste.

I'm guessing to order pizza. "Alright I ordered 10 pizzas since the gang is coming over. 2 cheese, 2 pepperoni, 2 sausage, 2 supremes and 2 meat lovers. I also got 8 2 liters and 5 orders of breadsticks. I hope that's enough for everyone especially with our pregnant friends." He mumbles out as we all sit on the couch waiting for our friends. Around 4:30 someone knocks on the door. I go open the front door and there's most of our friends with bags of food in their arms. I see 3 big bags from Buffalo Wild Wings, 2 bags from Chipotle, 4 bags from Texas Roadhouse, 2 bags from Burger King and a grocery bag full of ice cream. "Damn guys that's a lot of food. We ordered 10 pizza's, 8 2 liters and 5

He smiled at Winnie as she happily swung her legs back and forth, taking a big bite of pizza and looking back at Ace like he hung the moon. Looking over at the pizza selection since my stomach has started rumbling. 1) cheese, 1) pepperoni 1) meat lovers 1) margarita 1) Hawaiian, and 1) mushroom, green olive, sausage, and garlic. When I see the last one, my heart skips a beat making my eyes water. He remembered my favorite. My eyes look up, meeting his, and he only smirks at me. I pick up a piece and savor the taste of comfort. After I finish eating, Ace stands up and looks down at Winnie. “Are you ready to see your surprise?”

She thought she could ignore it but when it growled again for the fourth and fifth time, she decided to order an evening pizza. It had become a day to day thing, especially when she didn't pack lunch. She put a call across to Domino's Pizza . Emily was a regular customer so they already had a special delivery guy for her and a discount on every purchase she made. When she'd told Lauren about it, Lauren had laughed and said, "Now the whole world can know how much of a junkie you are. They should consider making you a brand ambassador for their product." Recalling Laurens facial expression and how she'd set her mouth so that her upper lips touched her nose made Emily smile.

Seeing them laugh made it all worth it. “This table! This one!” my son shouted. “Yes, let’s sit here,” I said, sliding into the booth. A young waiter walked over, holding a small notepad and smiling kindly. “Hi there! Welcome to Tom’s. What can I get for you all tonight?” The kids looked at each other and then at me. “Go ahead,” I said, nodding. “We want four pepperoni pizzas!” my son said proudly. “And can we have chocolate ice cream too?” my youngest daughter added, already licking her lips.