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Date night....PIZZA

On this day. Shealyn got her Mustang back and wanted to take some pics with it....then we went to lunch.
Shealyn and her baby
We drove the car to Fiesta Island...where for some reason there were a ton of cops there. They all kept driving by and staring at us...and why not, we're hot....ok they were looking at the car, whatever!

As my best friend and one of my models she knows I will get bossy and try to make her do shit she may not want to...."go here" "do this" "do that" "put your head here" "look over there" "do this with your body.....my body doesn't bend that way....let's see if it does" hahahaha
she got on top of the car and then the car said "get off!" hahaha

I told her to play dead hahahaha but she kept laughing
 I said climb out of your window like Dukes of Hazard....it took her 5 minutes to figure out how to maneuver herself hahahaha she did put her foot down on sliding across the hood.





She did it!!!! hahahahaha



by the way she hates it when people do the peace sign in photos hahaha
I said pretend you are driving....wait no one would believe that you are actually driving....lets actually drive!! YAY!
not actually driving
But first I climbed into the back of the car and took pics of her "backing up" but not actually backing up because she's not good at that in the mustang...and I didn't really want to die.

 I then said do what you always do....look in the mirror hahahahaha which was then followed by her saying "fuck you haha ok"

And so then we drive to Mission Beach for lunch...we thought what do we want......we want PIZZA so off to Luigi's we went, I have never been there before.
actually driving


extreme close up!!!




We sat out side, the waiter was nice. We looked over the menu and decided to get a couple slices since we can't agree on toppings...the waiter came back and we asked for 2 giant slices each...he said "are you sure?" then we asked how big the slices were...he said it was as big as the menu.....so we just got one each.
Our order was in, and we saw a table tent with a contest on it...that said each a 30 inch pizza in one hour you win a T-shirt and go on their wall of fame...we thought oh ya we can do that. Rules were no bathroom breaks, no throwing up....eeeewwwww gross.
The waiter came back with our pizzas and he wasn't joking, as big as the menu...

Mine I had pepperoni and mushrooms, of course and Shealyn got jalapeños and feta cheese...I ate one of her jalapeños....and that was enough for me.

It was so big I thought ok, I'll use my fork and cut it into bite size pieces...only on small problem
What the hell is wrong with my fork? Shealyn said she saw that and left it for me....gee thanks. So I bent it back with my super human strength...but I still picked up my pizza and ate it. I was also still a bit hungry after I ate that and wanted another, why you may ask...well I'm an oinker :p there you go. hahahaha
The waiter came by and I asked him for another slice and he didn't believe I could eat it....you don't know me with pizza dude.
second slice....with ranch
I felt retarded when I got the second slice because then everyone was staring at me, some guy walked by staring the people at the other table stared and pointed and I actually had to say something to them.....they were amazed at the size of it...yes yes it's big, I'm a fat ass...move along. I wish I hadn't ordered it though because 3 bites in I was stuffed....but the waiter didn't believe I could eat it....so I felt I had something to prove...I ate it. And he was impressed. I was uncomfortable for the rest of the day but I felt like I won. 

We walked back to the car and I saw a tree I liked and so I made her stand/sit next to it...she kinda got scared because as she found out recently on another shoot she does not do well in trees hahahahaha.






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