Hey pizza rip off

 

Hey pizza rip off




     From Gate brother Niall White comes a tale taken from his days up in Northern California when he lived in Tiburon with hippy pals. I can't remember the name of his roomie but she was a mess and a terrible housekeeper. This was P.A. (pre-Amy) and Niall was living the life as a long-haired, bearded child of nature or something like that. One night having nothing to do with Niall the poorly behaved and drunk-stoned roomie ordered a pizza delivery during a fit of the munchies and made an excuse to go back in the house when it arrived to get the payment. Instead, they stiffed the driver and gobbled down the pizza leaving the driver out front where he would have had to pay for the food himself. Instead the guy got on a bullhorn and began shouting out to the neighborhood "HEY PIZZA RIPOFF!!  PIZZA RIPOFF! THESE PEOPLE STOLE A PIZZA! Eventually, exasperated neighbors called the police. After all, Tiburon is a very snooty place and such hippy scofflaws were not welcome there. The cops showed up and knocked on the door to see the pizza thieves. The girl answered the door with greasy tomato sauce on her mouth and basically said to the cops "what pizza? Such were the days of the hippies and why they had such a bad but well-earned reputation as hungry and untrustworthy.



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