"Mr President?" the Secretary of Defence said, telephone receiver in outstretched hand. "We need your decision."
The President stared at the red telephone offered to him by the Secretary of Defence. The crushing reality was that there was only one possible, momentous, outcome.
“Mr President, Sir!” the Secretary of Defence urged.
“It’s time my love.” said the First Lady
The President reluctantly nodded as he took the telephone.
“Pepperoni…yeah, large.”
The Secretary of Defence slunk back in his chair, head in hands, “Pepperoni” he mumbled in exasperation. “`Every single week it’s freakin' Pepperoni.”
“I love you.” whispered the First Lady.”
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
But pepperoni's the best!
Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago
Hot as possible, please.