I’m a little different than the average person.
See, I have a pizza for a head.
Most “normal” heads have hair and skin. Well, my head is literally a pizza pie. A round, flat mashup of cheese, dough, and tomato sauce.
I do have a brain, eyes, ears, a nose, and a mouth. They’re just all housed in the pizza pie sitting atop my neck.
Besides that, I’m just like anyone else.
I’ve got human arms, legs, heart, bones, stomach, poop- and pee-makers, etc.
I stub my toe just like the rest of you. I, too, hate Mondays. I have a driver’s license and my own car. I bought a condo with a great mortgage, thanks to my stellar credit history. I just got promoted to VP in my company.
And most importantly, I have the best family and friends a person — pizza-headed or not — could ever ask for.
You’d think having a pizza for a head would be amazing… Well, yes and no.
“You must be SO popular,” you might be thinking. “Your life must be so awesome!” you might assume.
