The Story Behind Check The Pizza

Once Upon A Time;

There lived a girl, another girl, a guy and another guy who was just "visiting".

It was a dark and stormy night - umm, no it was actually 68% with a Gulf Low over the atmosphere and a Pacific front pushing those nasty little clouds off to the north or - ANYWAY!!

Jenae was in the kitchen, and she was MAD! And a little depressed. Her roommates weren't going to let her slide away with not paying rent again this month. They're evil.

Brian and Jess were in the "Bedroom" and Brad was in "Bedroom 2" - all three marked by the apparent blue ... donuts? Anyway.

Jess was mad. Brad was mad. Brian was happy as always, but he was acting really really mad!. ... Nope, he was happy. Jenae was in the kitchen. She was on the Pity Pot - which is actaully in Bathroom 1 and Bathroom 2, but she really was in the kitchen. Trust me, the math works out, despite the failed metaphors or analogies.

We were still "getting along". We were cooking a Totino's Pizza ... maybe 2? Aah yes, Pepperoni and ... sausage I recall. Something was said. Jenae was getting the silent treatment. Actaully, no one knew what to say. People had all these pent up emotions inside. "How could she?" Jess Thought. "What Have we gotten ourselves into here? " Brad Pondered. "What are we taking about here?" Brian Wondered. Boy, KC must have looked like serenity compared to this house of ole drama.

"Well, I guess you all hate me!" Jenae hollered back. and a pause. Now to this very day, the extent and reason for that pause is unknown; argumentative even. But I swore it was just about 3 seconds. Was that 3 seconds in thought? Or was it the 3 SECOND ZONE. That 3 second zone was something of an epathany. Whether it was lost for 3 seconds in route from Jenae to Jessica, Brian and Brad or it was thinking time - reactions time perhaps. It was a silence.

It was the silence. The silence that set up one of the most memorable, original lines to be uttered in times of displeasure, frustration, bewilderment. Out from the bellows of the other room, from the Princess herself, came ...

"CHECK THE PIZZA!"

Yes, "Check the pizza!". Three words that would envelope so much meaning. Have such an impact. To remain a standard blockade from self-pity and self-centeredness. "Check the Pizza!" In other words, "Hey. Quit you're bitching, because you know were pissed! Let it cool sister! We ain't going to feel sorry for you no mo'. So, simply said, go back to the activity at hand and check the m*ther f*ckin Pizza." The End.

That is of course, all in the eyes on one out of the four witnesses that evening. Maybe Brian and or Jessica have something else in mind. A better story. One with monsters and giant tampons! Or just a different version of this story. What'ya say Jess, Brian? That sound about right to you?