Lets talk for a minute, not about pizza, but about pizza “flavored” things, such as the Pringles chips Bob mentioned today, or the pizza flavored goldfish crackers…

Let’s just get it straight. These things are not good. They leave these filmy, flavor particles in your mouth and teeth, they make you breath smell awful, they’ve got a gritty texture, not to mention they don’t taste like pizza at all.

But I must have them.

I can’t explain it — maybe it’s some psychological, subconscious chemical reaction that happens because I love real pizza, and I think that these things some how connect me to pizza… I don’t know, but no matter how disappointed I get in these artificial flavors, no matter how much they hurt me, I keep running back to them, begging for forgiveness and a slight hint of cheesy flavoring, and instead getting some kind of weird, chili/dirt flavor and a scar (emotional? physical?) to remind me never to leave again…

It’s a sickness. But I like it…

I realize today’s joke probably isn’t as funny if you haven’t seen all these movies, so sorry if I’m being too “inside.” but come one, these are some great films. I think “Fletch” and “Better Off Dead,” put up a pretty tough fight for my “favorite 80’s movie” spot. I left some important ones off this list, though. We cannot forget gems like “Uncle Buck,” and “Plains Trains and Automobiles.” I’m not exactly sure about the release dates for “Iron Eagle,” and “The Last Starfighter.” Do those count as 80’s movies?

What else? I know some of you guys have some great 80’s movies to add to the list. What am I forgetting?

In light of today’s strip I must confess that Chuck’s philosophy of buying clothes on the fly no longer works for me. I’ve noticed that different brands of pants fit differently, and sometimes just different pairs of pants, even within the same brand still don’t fit the same.

What is this world coming to?

Why can’t I know what number I need to get, and just buy pants that have that number? Now I’m trying everything on, going into dressing rooms and taking my pants off not IN public, but very NEAR the public… I tell you, pants should be simpler than this! I should be able to buy pants with the right number on them and have them all fit the same, no matter where or when I buy them — pants should be like McDonalds, you order a cheeseburger in Texas, and can order the exact same tasting cheeseburger in New York!

Except in London, I noticed, their McDonald’s tasted pretty terrible… kinda grainy… come to think of it, pants aren’t as cool in London either…

No offense, I love England a lot, but I must confess that even since the early days of Dorm Dorks, I’ve had a history of making fun of the British. I really don’t where it comes from. I liked London last time I was there. Honest!