Crusty

Every few weeks, when the food doesn't make itself, and often it doesn't, my housemates and I have an easy fix: pizza. Just a quarter mile down the road, Little Caesars has a special offer where for five dollars, they'll hand you a large cheese or pepperoni pizza on the spot. This superb deal is called "Hot and Ready."

After Shea picked us up a pie last night, we sang the praises of the Hot and Ready. "Hot and ready," Shea smiled. "Just the way I like my women." Laughing, I tried to come up with my own women/pizza analogy. "I like my women covered in sauce... and crusty." There was a collective wince at the word crusty.

That's right. I like 'em crusty.