Time Is Money

I don't even need to set this up.
If you were wondering where the Ryan/Luis saga would play out, the answer according to Luis is 'not on this blog'. In his reply to Ryan's retaliation e-mail Luis lets the world know that if they want to feel the heat the only way its gonna happen is over a slice at his pizza shop.

It seems my musings on war have had an effect.

Enjoy.

From Luis:

Stache Puberty

I love it. Like a newborn baby, looks like I slapped Greener into manhood. Just as I may add, I slapped the winning goal top shelf after Crosbying the ball through his legs a few weeks back.

Let me start off by saying I never intended to cause any grief with my entry. I just wanted to use a perfect example of what having facial hair is not about and that happened to be Ryan's post. Nonetheless, I’m glad our little Green studied my post and went through a puberty-like stage in his life. He wrote with bite. But pinch my skin quicker and deeper boy.
As you grow older you realize you just don’t have the time to waste. Like writing and rewriting a perfectly thought out retaliation post. But maybe your stache was “growing” these last few days as you thought hard about how you were going to try to deface my perfect manhood. So I’m happy for you. Just maybe, your manhood is HAPPENING.
As for me, I don’t get fazed by any of your “heat”. You want heat you come by my shop (Da Best Pizza Co. Just N of Lakeshore on Hwy 10). I got 500 degrees to cook all your Kwai Chang, dyke eating, stereotype bullshit.
And still serve you on a paper plate for $5 with a pop.
I can’t take time out of my busy pizza making day to write stuff like this. I grudgingly have to take time out of my sleep. On that note, anybody feel free to come by the shop this week and witness some coarse manhood at work. I’ll serve you up a slice and some more verbal hood on why Greeners still maturing.

-Luis