mystic pizza

In the wee small hours I besought the Deity.
"Oh Lord," I cried, "what is the answer to this weight gain problem?"
And the God of the Hebrews, or possibly my imagination, replied:
"Listen Heelers, one thing's for sure. The answer isn't going to be rashers, eggs and chicken Kievs washed down with lashings of ginger beer and copious cups of coffee at five o'clock in the middle of the night."