In recent years, I have noticed that Domino's Pizza Parlor has been receiving a lot of flack for its "sub par" pizza. Now I am not a pizza expert, but I know what I like. Quite frankly, there are very few pizza's that actually taste different for me. In other words, all pizza tastes the same to me. As long as it has a hearty crust (essential for an enjoyable pizza-eating experience as it serves multiple purposes, but primarily a delectable, editable handle), some fine cheese, and a dash of sauce with no unidentified leaves or spices, I will most certainly enjoy it.
Let's recap.
At this point, all you know is that I have very minimal or non functioning taste buds when it comes to pizza (or any food for that matter due to The Pursuit of 170). That is a perfectly normal assessment based on the information I have given you, but this is much deeper than that. Roughly 20 minutes ago, I embarked on what quite possibly could be the most delicious adventure of my life.
Reverting back to the Domino's reference would be a wise thing to do at the moment, so join me as we rewind the tape. As I said, Domino's Pizza seems to be falling in the pizza industry. But when my stomach was rumbling and that was the only place I knew where I could order food online (extremely lazy), it simply didn't matter. I wanted food and I wanted it soon. I proceeded to log onto the website and filed in all the information necessary. I then clicked "Build your Order". I felted so empowered with this newly acquired freedom. I knew things would only go up after this, and as expected, I was so correct. I came across the options of Cheese Pizza, with my favorite sauce (Barbecue), and my favorite meat (Bacon), coupled with my favorite soda (Root Beer). I assumed that 3 of my favorite things with Pizza could do no wrong. Naturally I confirmed the order and waited patiently.
"Hello. This is Domino's. We have your order." That is a direct quote from the delivery man. I rushed to the spot, got the goods, and rushed back to my room to indulge.
Now I could go on for days about how delicious the meal actually was, but there would not be enough paper to properly depict the burst of flavor in each bite. If that wasn't good enough, the ice cold Root Beer set me on a natural high that can't be explained. I looked at the pizza closely for confirmation as I didn't think it was real. There was no way something this wonderful could land in my hands. I had found the pot of gold, better yet, the cardboard box with BBQ and Bacon pizza in it. I know I am quite the extraordinary gentleman, but a gift of this caliber is one I did not deserve. In the spirit of good gift-receiving, I obviously gobbled up the entire pizza and never looked back. I even contemplated sending Domino's a thank you card, but decided against it because I think I would lose all creditability as a human. If they 'deliver' (pun intended) like this again, I may not have any choice but to do so. As it stands today, Domino's has catapulted its way into my heart and a top the pizza industry. No parlor has ever satisfied me like the delicious BBQ and Bacon pizza at Domino's. For that, I commend you Domino's Pizza and would like to personally invite you to The Prince's Suite at any given time. That being said, the only binding stipulation to that invitation clearly is that the BBQ and Bacon pizza must venture with you. Thank you for making my night that much better. You will be rewarded.
If you had made it this far in my monologue and enjoyed it, I appreciate your dedication and understanding. On the contrary, if you were disappointed, well than that's an issue you'll have to take up with a Club SEBU supervisor who is willing to listen. Since I am the sole Club SEBU supervisor (along with every other official position), I have no answers for you at the moment as it is past my office hours. Also, my policy regarding those of you who do not like my posts, as stated in my Hater's Disclaimer given out on the first day of Club SEBU, remains the same. Basically don't waste your time, or more importantly, mine. I hope that wasn't too harsh.
I hope this helped at least one of you little monsters who are currently looking for a fantastic midnight snack. I do this for you. In the mean time, I need to get my beauty rest and so do you. Thank you for staying at The Prince's Suite. Until next time nothing's lovelier than you.
Long Live The Prince
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The End of an Era
And in a blink of an eye it is all over.
If you're thinking Club SEBU is making its departure, think again. 10 years from now we'll still be on top. As much as I would hate to hurt DJ Khaled's feelings (note sarcasm), we are indefinitely the best. The Era that I speak of is the one and only Summer 2010.
For those who do not know, I am currently back in Buffalo for another fun filled year of studying and doing my own laundry. It seems as though I never even returned home for summer vacation considering how quickly it went by. Furthermore, there is nothing I can do at this point to bring summer back so I might as well move on. Since you are probably eager for some more Blog, I feel it is necessary to pay homage to the late Summer 2010, by recapping some major events that I encountered.
First and foremost, I owe the Blogworld an immense apology. At this point you are probably wondering why I must apologize since I rarely make mistakes, but I stand here in my dorm room like a man and admit to all that I, Prince Sebuharara, indeed messed up. What is it that I am apologizing for you ask? As many of you may have assumed, the ESPY nominated (Best Sports Moment of the Year), highly anticipated, SEBU-lympics never occurred this summer. Despite my constant jawwing and Don King-esque promoting, my arch nemesis Loic and I just could not find the time between work, lifting and basketball to participate in either of the races. I understand that a lot of little monsters are quite upset and I sincerely apologize for that. I would also like to apologize to my arch nemesis for not smacking him into reality after I demolished him in both races and abolished his running career. Unfortunately he will have to continue on a little longer actually believing he can beat me. In due time he will learn. I do not want to make the same mistake as last year, but something tells me that this chapter of my life is far from ended. Be on the look out, because the Saga of The SEBU-lympics certainly continues.
On to some other business.
The Pursuit of 170 lbs. This phrase was the motive of my entire summer and could have very well defined how I lived my life for the last 3 months. When I left Buffalo, I weighed a modest 160 lbs, and before I traveled back, I wanted to weigh in at 170 lbs so that I can finally break free from the ridiculous claim that I am skinny. If I saw 170 lbs on the scale, then people would be forced to believe me when I would say I am 'The Baddest Man on the Planet' (after Iron Mike Tyson of course). 170 lbs would allow me to achieve my goals such as beating my brother in Xbox 360, fighting crime in the wilderness (Bears, Foxes, etc), and taking over the World. So, after a long and strenuous summer, I stepped onto the scale and this is what I read. Drum roll please. 162 lbs. Failure. It seems as though whatever amount of food I ate, I continually lost weight. I could not believe my eyes and quite frankly could not believe the scale. A few minutes later, once I woke up from passing out, I realized something. My weight is not what is holding me back from accomplishing those prior goals. Like a Lion, I am already King of the jungle and I can probably achieve them now with the right focus, determination, and a sprinkle of luck. In conclusion, like age, weight is nothing but a number. In retrospect, I will still be in the Pursuit of 170 lbs because my pride will not let me lose this battle. In the mean time, stay tuned as I will most definitely keep the world 'posted' (pun intended) on my weight gain, or better yet loss.
Now what would summer be without basketball? As you already know from prior posts, I am an active member of M2 Basketball. This is the only team I pledge allegiance to. We are an army of men who slowly but surely are protecting the game of basketball. Our teams win/loss record may not have been great but I certainly had fun with my M2 brethren through thick and thin. I'd tell you our record, but I don't feel it is that important at this point and time. There is a far more important statement I must reiterate from an earlier post. Be aware that M2 (along side Team SEBU and Nets Nation) will be making a huge impact in the coming years. You heard it here first, and don't try to take credit for it.
If you were wondering, we played 9 games. You can talk amongst yourselves to determine how many we won and lost. I'll never tell.
Well my eyeballs are becoming a tad strained and I am feeling a little tired. Hopefully as the semester starts, stories will begin to flow in, giving me a surplus of writing material to keep all my little monsters sufficiently occupied while procrastinating. It is my duty to do so. To quote the King himself, LeBron James (not you Joe Mexico), "Don't think for one min that I haven't been taking mental notes of everyone taking shots at me this summer. And I mean everyone!" (Twitter). I am indeed taking mental notes, but to those of you who are showing love and support (this one includes you Joe Mexico). I bid farewell and until next time all I do is win, win, win...no matter what.
Long Live The Prince
If you're thinking Club SEBU is making its departure, think again. 10 years from now we'll still be on top. As much as I would hate to hurt DJ Khaled's feelings (note sarcasm), we are indefinitely the best. The Era that I speak of is the one and only Summer 2010.
For those who do not know, I am currently back in Buffalo for another fun filled year of studying and doing my own laundry. It seems as though I never even returned home for summer vacation considering how quickly it went by. Furthermore, there is nothing I can do at this point to bring summer back so I might as well move on. Since you are probably eager for some more Blog, I feel it is necessary to pay homage to the late Summer 2010, by recapping some major events that I encountered.
First and foremost, I owe the Blogworld an immense apology. At this point you are probably wondering why I must apologize since I rarely make mistakes, but I stand here in my dorm room like a man and admit to all that I, Prince Sebuharara, indeed messed up. What is it that I am apologizing for you ask? As many of you may have assumed, the ESPY nominated (Best Sports Moment of the Year), highly anticipated, SEBU-lympics never occurred this summer. Despite my constant jawwing and Don King-esque promoting, my arch nemesis Loic and I just could not find the time between work, lifting and basketball to participate in either of the races. I understand that a lot of little monsters are quite upset and I sincerely apologize for that. I would also like to apologize to my arch nemesis for not smacking him into reality after I demolished him in both races and abolished his running career. Unfortunately he will have to continue on a little longer actually believing he can beat me. In due time he will learn. I do not want to make the same mistake as last year, but something tells me that this chapter of my life is far from ended. Be on the look out, because the Saga of The SEBU-lympics certainly continues.
On to some other business.
The Pursuit of 170 lbs. This phrase was the motive of my entire summer and could have very well defined how I lived my life for the last 3 months. When I left Buffalo, I weighed a modest 160 lbs, and before I traveled back, I wanted to weigh in at 170 lbs so that I can finally break free from the ridiculous claim that I am skinny. If I saw 170 lbs on the scale, then people would be forced to believe me when I would say I am 'The Baddest Man on the Planet' (after Iron Mike Tyson of course). 170 lbs would allow me to achieve my goals such as beating my brother in Xbox 360, fighting crime in the wilderness (Bears, Foxes, etc), and taking over the World. So, after a long and strenuous summer, I stepped onto the scale and this is what I read. Drum roll please. 162 lbs. Failure. It seems as though whatever amount of food I ate, I continually lost weight. I could not believe my eyes and quite frankly could not believe the scale. A few minutes later, once I woke up from passing out, I realized something. My weight is not what is holding me back from accomplishing those prior goals. Like a Lion, I am already King of the jungle and I can probably achieve them now with the right focus, determination, and a sprinkle of luck. In conclusion, like age, weight is nothing but a number. In retrospect, I will still be in the Pursuit of 170 lbs because my pride will not let me lose this battle. In the mean time, stay tuned as I will most definitely keep the world 'posted' (pun intended) on my weight gain, or better yet loss.
Now what would summer be without basketball? As you already know from prior posts, I am an active member of M2 Basketball. This is the only team I pledge allegiance to. We are an army of men who slowly but surely are protecting the game of basketball. Our teams win/loss record may not have been great but I certainly had fun with my M2 brethren through thick and thin. I'd tell you our record, but I don't feel it is that important at this point and time. There is a far more important statement I must reiterate from an earlier post. Be aware that M2 (along side Team SEBU and Nets Nation) will be making a huge impact in the coming years. You heard it here first, and don't try to take credit for it.
If you were wondering, we played 9 games. You can talk amongst yourselves to determine how many we won and lost. I'll never tell.
Well my eyeballs are becoming a tad strained and I am feeling a little tired. Hopefully as the semester starts, stories will begin to flow in, giving me a surplus of writing material to keep all my little monsters sufficiently occupied while procrastinating. It is my duty to do so. To quote the King himself, LeBron James (not you Joe Mexico), "Don't think for one min that I haven't been taking mental notes of everyone taking shots at me this summer. And I mean everyone!" (Twitter). I am indeed taking mental notes, but to those of you who are showing love and support (this one includes you Joe Mexico). I bid farewell and until next time all I do is win, win, win...no matter what.
Long Live The Prince
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