Pizza Blister

Today was Josh’s birthday, so I went over to join the mini-party. As you can see, Erin burned the pizza. For about an hour I smelled the aroma filling the apartment. I thought she just had the oven on some kind of slow-cook mode. The fun part was when she poked the black crispy cheese bubble, and smoke shot out like a steam whistle. The pizza let out a dying scream. Then I ate some because I was starving.