Moore: “Uh, I asked for extra cheese.”
Domino’s delivery boy: “Right. And the ticket says this has extra cheese on it, sir –“
Moore: “– I don’t care what the ticket says, boy! I know extra cheese, and this is not extra cheese. Now take it back and bring me a fresh one. And make sure they put some extra goddamn cheese on it this time, understand?”
Maybe they both forgot to check under the double lard layer, it happens…
Or under the double pepperoni Sperm Whale.
The fat jokes are really getting tired. They don’t bother me one bit. If you REALLY wanted to get my goat, you’d post that videotape of me looking at pictures of Hillary Rodham Clinton while masturbating with tweezers.
Dominoe’s Delivery Boy: But they said you had all the extra cheese you needed hidden in your jeans. Hell, I can smell it from here.