Endless Circle

I had lunch with Newt Gingrich. We had pizza. I normally don’t eat pizza. The cheese and dairy make me tired. But he wanted pizza. He was insistent.

Sometimes I get talked into things I don’t want to do. My girlfriend bought a time-travel machine and wanted to go back in time with me to 877 AD to witness the inauguration of Indravarman I as king of the Khmer Empire. I had no interest, but she kept saying, “It would be so romantic.” I went and I got a case of head lice.

So Gingrich ordered a double cheese pizza with sardines. I didn’t want to be rude and I had three slices. I was so out of it, I could barely hear what he was saying. He asked me what was wrong. I told him about my allergies. He asked me why I ate the pizza. I was too tired to tell him what I just told you.