I like food. I make no secret of this. In fact, I'd be a big, fat liar if I tried to tell you I didn't get all excited and run up and down the driveway whenever Kelli brings home a party-sized pizza. My favorite, I'd have to say, is pepperoni.
There are other things that would probably make make me a big, fat liar too. Like if I told you that oils and pizza grease, when heated in excess of 200 degrees, won't burn right through human skin.
Or that I have particularly good judgement.