#!alys

“What I don’t get,” Alys giggled, taking another hit of her joint, “is why the pizza place still gives us the weird judgey voice over the phone.  You’d think they’d be used to our orders by now.”  She dangled upside-down on the couch, her legs over the top.  “I mean, what’s wrong with pepperoni pineapple pepper?  Other than the fact that some people have no appreciation for alliteration, of course.”