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 Caesar's mighty empire once reigned over my local area during the early 90's, but later on dwindled due to the foolishness of the pizza buying public. Their forces were then scattered to the most nether reigons of the state of Minnesota, holding down one establishment in the remote land "Winona" as well as another in the dread city of "St. Cloud," in addition to two lonely K-Mart Little Caesars Pizza Stations elsewhere (Although it is highly debatable as to whether these should be held in the same esteem as a dedicated establisment). It is no short distance between my place of living and these last outposts of fine taste, but you can rest assured I have made many journeys to all of them when The Hunger set in. This became something of a curse eventually, as in my greatest states of The Hunger I found myself on the verge of horrible acts. The limbs of the average passerby would appear as Crazy Bread to my tired eyes, the blood that flowed through their veins being the delicious Crazy Sauce. But no longer will I have to journey far to fill my empty stomach with Crazy Bread. No longer will strangers close their blinds as I draw near, fearing the blood of their loved ones shall be spilled to satisfy The Hunger. I was a young one when mighty Caesar first held fort in St. Paul, and as they had my support then they will have it ten fold now. The new age has begun, my friends. Let us embrace it.
 The following song is dedicated to Little Caesar's Pizza and all those who make it possible.
Words and music by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington
Love me, love me, love me, say you do
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Like the leaf clings to the tree, Wild is the wind (x4) Back to Sweetbee Main |
Ask away on what the source of this joy may be. I too was in the dark when the news was originally sprung upon me. You see, an associate of mine had called me late last evening whilst I was enjoying a vigorous round of the "Bull's-Eye Barbecue Sauce" LCD game (On a side note, this is easily the most intense LCD experience ever based on a barbecue sauce, so you can fuck right off, Ken Davis). Her exact words of greeting were, "You, my friend, are about to cream your knickers." An arrogant claim like none heard before, so I angrily inquired as to what she was speaking of.