Pizza=Not Death

In these troubling days of obesity and persistent death and Michelle Obama mumbling through mouthfuls of chicken wings and fried ravioli that we're all too fat, here comes a story that restores my faith in human nature and God's good providence: this woman would have died had she not ordered a pizza every day of her life. I can only hope if a Friday evening arrives and the guy behind the liquor store hasn't seen my smiling face, he calls the EMTs to swing by my house.

Pizza + Beer = Pizza Beer?

It's true, and horrifying: these people actually put a whole pizza into the mash, let it ferment and bottled it. And who knows? Maybe it's good (though I sincerely doubt it). My biggest issue is that they left out all the meat, which for me is like kissing your sister. If you're going to put a pizza into a bottle of beer, have the decency to include some sausage or something. In any case, it sounds disgusting, but I'd be happy to hear from y'all with dissenting views. (Hat tip to Ashley B for the link—Ash, I owe you a pizza beer).