sneaky raccon gonna steal pizza be cearful



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oopsey, sneaky raccon stole your pizza ( ((
dont worry heres more pizza

My dad makes a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hell of a meal.
Well, this is about the average recipe, because there are a lot of variations.
Soup is taken, it is not heated, heating is not my father's thing. He takes this soup, dumps it in a pan and starts frying it. He adds a huge amount of onions, garlic, black pepper and red FLOUR! for thickness, tomato paste on top. It's all fried until it smokes. Then it's taken off the fire and cooled on the balcony. Then dad brings it in and sprinkles it with mayo and starts to eat it. He eats it from the frying pan by scraping it with a spoon. He eats and says in a half-whisper, “Ooh, ♥♥♥♥. He has sweat on his forehead. He kindly offers me one sometimes, but I refuse. Do I have to tell you what a wild fart he makes afterwards? It stinks so bad it makes the wallpaper peel off the walls. ♥♥♥♥