But when I was at my parents' house, we decided to order a pizza, which is just this incredible

feat of negotiations. And I mean, just the idea of getting a pizza order to your house is so foreign to my mom.

She cannot figure it out. So it's a busy day, apparently, for pizza.

So she calls the local pizza.

First of all, this whole thing of where we're getting the pizza and where, well, there's

a place down in the village, but I don't like it.

And then there's this, this, this.

And you're like, all right, okay, just get it from the Jets pizza.

Just get it.

Well, she calls up and she orders a large pizza.

Now, they don't have any more large boxes.

So what would you do?

If they don't have large boxes, what would you do? If you're the pizza

place or if you're your mom? If you're my

mom. Okay, well you get like two mediums or something.

Right, yeah. She asked

them if they could cut the largest in half

and shove them in the small boxes.

And then she's

panicking the entire time

Freddie what if it doesn't fit

what if the half of you doesn't fit

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