(Because pictures are not always worth 1,000 words, this was the slogan my heatstroke came up with the other day:
"Do you like your pizza with a little extra acid? Are you looking for something quick to eat after whacking the capo of a brugad? Then come in to the Pizza Cleaners."
Of course all take-out orders are delivered by little girls who are pissed off and have guns on them, but now I'm creating a world where The Professional permeates reality, and until I hear Shape of My Heart playing from anywhere other than my computer, I will know this is an impossibility.)
