It was a cold dark evening and I
heard a knock on my door. I was startled
at first, but then I realized it was the pizza guy. I had ordered a bunch of pizza and wings for
a party I was throwing in an hour. The
party was for my friend who was turning 18 and I wanted to surprise him. I got to the door and the pizza guy told me
it was $42.69 and I was shocked that the price was so low. I ordered 11 pizzas and about 300 wings. There must have been some sort of
discount. I asked the guy why it was so
cheap and he said, “It’s a surprise.” I
said ok and did not really think much of it.
Later when
the party started, everybody was showing up.
People I did not know were here and I did not invite them. Everyone was talking about how good the pizza
was and I was eager to have a slice for myself.
I finally sat down for a slice and I noticed that people were dwindling
by the second. We started out having
about 250 guests and now there were probably only 50. I put down the pizza to see why everyone was
leaving and I saw the other guests outside on the ground and some guy was
moaning, “The Pizza…” It turns out everyone who had a slice of pizza was poisoned
and died exactly 11 minutes after they took the first bite. Thank the Lord I did not eat a slice of pizza,
even though everyone said it was so delicious.
I peered into the corner of the room and saw my friend Josh going to
town on like 6 slices of pizza.
Apparently he was immune to the poison.
That made me think that maybe I was immune too. I grabbed a slice and took a bite. It was so good. Well look at that I was immune too. The end.
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