Have you seen busy-people wake up on a Tuesday morning and immediately check their mail to see if they’ve got anything important, like an appointment with a client or a review-session for a research paper? Well, today morning I got a mail from Domino’s. It said, “we use real cheese”. I said, “okay. I believe you. I’ve never doubted you for a second”. And then I wrote this poem:
Domino’s and me
I like Domino’s
Domino’s likes me
I have liver problems
Domino’s still, likes me
Sometimes the cheese tastes different
But Domino’s likes me
I go to the gym
Domino’s is close to the gym
I work out a lot
Domino’s doesn’t care
3 days of workout= 1 day of Domino’s
Who gives a shit?
Because Dominos, still likes me
Stay tuned for my next one, “I have a dream. A Burger King dream”
Random Thought Beam 
I ordered pizza from Dominoes 2 weeks ago. Waited over an hour. Looked out the window and there was the delivery guy parked in the street with a police car behind him and lights flashing. I didn’t give him a tip. But the pizza was good.
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