Was about a million pieces of half-eaten pizza.
Seriously.
There must be something about a certain kind of drunk-itude that makes you want to fling carbohydrates. They are all over the damned city. Also, broken glass.
Thanks, St. Patty's Day drunks. Next time, leave your address beside the pizza and the glass shards so I can send you a nice bag of dog poop for your trouble.
<old lady rant/off>
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