I ordered pizza the other night so I could stay home alone---very alone--- and watch the televised girls high school gymnastics and tumbling meet, and after about 10 minutes I called back because I wanted to make sure the cocksuckers didnt put sausage on my pizza because sausage makes me fat and I forgot to order PCT, so I don't need no stinkin fats on my pizza. So I call them up and ask them if they put sausage on the pizza and the guy said he hadnt, but he was rolling the doe and getting it ready for sauce. So after asking a few more questions about price, delivery fees, caloric values of all the subs and his opinion on Obamacare, I hung up and went outside to see if the driver was coming down the street yet. And of course, NO--- slow-ass bitches are paid by the hour obviously.
But then I realized I didnt have cash so I called them back---same guy answers, and I explain I need to pay with a card. I had to give him 3 different card numbers before I found one that wasnt shut off (fucking porn sites are thieves--all of them). So I pay and ask him how the pizza's coming and he said he's working on it---or at least "trying to"---which I didn't like his attitude right there....not sure what he meant by that little smart-ass remark, but he said it with a sorta-kinda gay accent. So I hang up and walk in the living room and see they have a special on T.V. for a large 3-topping----pricks never said a WORD about any special when I called, so guess who got another call from Goth---- and guess who got free breadsticks that day.
Anyway...I go back out and wait and after 2 minutes I realize I forgot the pop----I cant eat pizza without pop. All that sodium with no liquid could fuck me up, so I run in hoping...praying...that my pie hadnt left the shop yet. RuPaul answers the phone again and I ask him if my pizza has left the shop yet and he says "hardley". I said "huh"...He says..."It hasn't even left the prep table yet." ...... This is EXACTLY why this country is in such bad shape--- slow lazy people who cant make pizza fast when I want it. That's why you have to stay on these people---you know--- service people who sell shit like pizza...or steroids. The squeeky wheel gets the grease, right?
Being a reasonable, level-headed guy, I bit my tongue and hung up on his ass. I waited another 25 minutes that day despite making numerous attempts to assist them in case the driver was lost or something, and it was one of the worst pizza-buying experiences of my fucking life. I immediately logged on to this wonerful pizza-review site called P-roids.com and wrote a horrible review about how fucking slow they are. Sure the pizza was great and well priced, but they promised a 30 minute delivery time and it looks like they suck at delivery. MY PIZZA SOURCE IS THE SLOWEST MOTHER FUCKER EVER!!!
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go place my weekly steroid order.

ANYBODY RECOGNIZE YOURSELVES HERE---LOL# ...sometimes selling gear is like selling pizza.

Go easy on your source---give'm room and TIME---don't be the guy driving in the berm trying for the exit ramp during gridlock---all you do is fuck everyone, including yourself.