Having come up in the 90s-00s, the few times I’ve been called “daddy” were a little surprising at the time (“it’s just something I say, don’t overthink it”, etc), but thankfully said moments were in the rear-view quickly enough.
In later years, my kids didn’t add the “y” and one even asked why other kids say it that way. Hell, I’m ok with “dude” from my kids or their friends, in certain contexts, but “bruh”? Might as well try calling me “son” or “boy”, and see how that flies, child. 🤪
May or may not be from the area (ahem), but I’ll say this: if you’re not getting it straight from the oven, then what’s the point? Delivered Chicago-style is only slightly more appetizing than delivered lasagna, NGL.
OP’s pie, however, looks damn tasty. The pepperoni on top are just as garnish anyhow. 🤗
It’s always Gimli complaining and asking “Are we there yet?”, “How much farther?”, “No one said this was a road trip”, “the elf is breathing on me!”, “we dwarves weren’t built for this!”, etc. as his kind are known for being “quite rancorous over short distances.”
Hot take: what the UK calls curry is bland AF. I mean, FFS, people. You colonized all of the famous spice places and you still have shite cuisine? 😅🤷🏼♂️