Why . . . ?

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I’m probably the only person on Earth who HATES pizza, but on that night, everything changed . . .

I was watching a documentary on the Bible when I heard someone shout “don’t eat the forbidden fruit!” and all the lights went out. I was scared, as my Husband should have been back hours ago. I had called him, but it had just rung out, so I left a voicemail, but got no callback.

Then, suddenly, I heard the voice again, saying “since when did you become Criss Angel?”

It was icy cold in the darkness and I just froze . . . who was there? I stood, rooted to the spot for what seemed like forever . . . and – suddenly, the lights came back on and there, in the middle of the room were 2 total strangers ! Looking totally spaced out.

“Oh, sorry, wrong house . . ” they said and walked away, oblivious to the shock I was in and made their way next door where a loud reckless party had just put the power to the whole street out for a second time.

As I stood in the door way watching them go, I noticed a familiar car cruising into the driveway . . my Husband ! “sorry I’m late” he said “we had a great productive month and the Boss dished out free pizza! By the way, why are all the lights off at night?”

“oh, c’mere and give me some pizza, I’m starving and SO pleased to see you ! It might be dark in here, but you light up my sky, you were always my starr . . . ”

best I can do . . .

I told him, the exact words, “You were always my star.” He never listened to me, he liked the forbidden and dangerous. I warned him, “Don’t eat the forbidden fruit,” but he didn’t listen. The proverbial fruit had drawn him in. He said to me, “Since when did you become the Criss angel?” I remember the ONLY thing I truly knew for a confirmed fact was that he didn’t like pizza, he told me that. His exact words were, “I’m probably the ONLY person on Earth who hates pizza.” That was when I told him I didn’t like it either. I’ll always remember the day I left a voicemail, but got no callback. I miss him so much.

R.I.P. Riley Kanel

Since I’m probably the only person on Earth who HATES pizza, you would think it would be easy for my boyfriend Steve to remember that I HATE pizza. But, here on my kitchen counter sat a hot, grease laden, pepperoni pizza. I stared angrily at the pizza until it started spinning around, flew up out of its box, and came to a violent stop on the kitchen floor, cheese side down.

‘Whoa, Rachel,” Steve said wildy. “Since when did you become Criss Angel?”

I spun around on my heels and looked down at the pizza. “I can’t believe you brought pizza! You know I hate pizza.”

Steve took a few steps towards me, and retorted, “I called you about dinner. I left a voicemail, but got no callback. Pizza was the easiest thing for me to bring.”

I couldn’t believe after all this time he would still be trying to get me to eat pizza. What kind of guy was he anyway? And why was he being such a smart *** when I was so angry with him? If he was smart, he would play his cards right and be apologizing to me and offering to take me out for dinner.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “You WERE always my star, Steve. I told you, ‘Don’t eat the forbidden fruit.'”

“What?” Steve stammered, confused. “Forbidden fruit? What kind of crap talk is that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Bringing me something I HATE is eating forbidden fruit. There is going to be hell to pay.” I grabbed ahold of his arm and looked the same way into his eyes as I had looked at the pizza. I watched his eyes roll backwards as he fell to the floor, unconscious. It would be a while before he would wake up. It always took them a few hours to recover. I tied him up, gagged him, and drug him into my bedroom.

I walked back into the kitchen, cleaned up the mess on the floor, and began to hum a happy tune as I thought about the hell Steve would soon be paying. He would be so sorry he brought pizza. I laughed and laughed, enjoying my way of playing the ‘boyfriend game’. I walked back into the bedroom and layed down on my bed, waiting for my favorite part of the game to begin.

My friend told me she was hungry as we were walking through the garden of Joes. I told her well, Joe said you can eat anything, bu Dont eat the forbidden fruit. She said, Im probably the only person on Earth who HATES pizza, so we got no worries…and i said since when is pizza fruit? and she said i dont know, since him and she pointed to Joe, checking on his greasy cheesy trees. I walked up and said, Since when did you become Criss Angel? not like that sexy man would eat something as greasy as that. He said, well Crissy is a friend of mine and he did this not me. So i was like :O you know him? Do you have is number? He said sure here, but he is probably with Brittney…that made me gag and throw up a little in my mouth. so i called, but there was the answering machine… so I left a voicemail, but got no call back, even though the magical criss claimed to ‘know whos calling and why’ And so my friend, eating garlic bread and me eating pizza..mmm dohnut…i mean pizza…continued to walk through to garlic garden. Suddenly the sky turned dark and it started to pour down grease and salt and cheese. We ran into his shed and turned on the light, when we turned around we heard Criss angel “you rang?” he said. after drooling for a second my friend and i were like yeah, but where is brittney…he said, oh that? who cares, you were always my star…. but he said it to my friend. whos name was brittney…i thought that kinda sucked…”oh yeah she hates pizza” …..

I left a voicemail, but got no callback. I started to worry about my friend Alissa, she always calls me back right away. All of a sudden, the door bell rings. I jumped about 50 feet. I slowly made my way to the door to see who was there. Whew! It was my friend John, with a box in his hand and a beautiful smile on his face. What a relief, just what I needed was a little company. I let him in and then I smelled what was in the box. Any other person would probably have grabbed some beers and said come on in! But i’m probably the only person on Earth who HATES pizza. Yes pizza, i’m not really sure what about it disgusts me, but i’m not touching that! I will however have a beer with him. “Come on in.”, I say. John comes into my studio apartment, and takes a look around. “What happened here?”, he asks me. “Well, I, I got a little spooked and knocked over the lamp. I swear I heard something coming from the closet while I was changing.” I smiled and said, “it was silly of me. I also tried to call Alissa, but she’s not returning my calls. ” “Well that is kind of odd.” He replied. “Let’s go have a look in your closet, and see what could be making scary noises you big baby.” I hit him playfully and smiled, and off we went to the bed room. I stood on the other side of the room while he made his way to the closet. Slowly he opened the doors and went inside. I waited for him to return. A few minutes went by and he wasn’t responding to my calls, and then I heard a thump, like something hit the ground. By then I was trembling a little, I don’t like things that go bump in the night. But I figured the only way to deal with this was go in myself and see what was wrong. So I grabbed the heaviest statue in my room to take with me and slowly made my way to the closet. I got to the entrance and called John’s name quietly. I heard something moan! I rushed in to see what was wrong, and there was John sprawled on the floor with his eyes closed. I rushed to his side and started calling his name, trying to wake him up! And then someone jumped out of my clothing racks and jumped at me screaming!!! I leapt up and screamed. I ran out of my closet and almost got to the front door, before I realized what had just happened. “Wait a minute” I thought. “That was Alissa in there”, so I went back to my room, and there sitting on the bed were John and Alissa laughing so hard at me. I couldn’t believe it! “So when did you become Criss Angel?” I asked her. I was so pissed off that they did that to me, they know that I don’t like being scared! So after being mad for a little bit, I realized that it was kind of funny, so I smiled and said, “Come on, let’s go eat.” We all three walked into the dining room and Alissa started for the table where John had put his pizza. “You were always my Star John, thanks for the food!” She said. “Don’t eat the forbidden fruit, that’s mine, all mine” he replied. John did finally share his pie with Alissa, we all sat down and talked about our day, and they laughed about their trick on me again. I just sat there and plotted my revenge.

i’m probably the only person on earth who hates pizza …………………… and for good reason

here’s my story

i left a voice mail but got no call back on that fateful night

when my star singer left the building

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The story would be too silly and would only interest little kids.