Wildflour Hour

Wildflour. So Beautiful

It began as an indecisive day yet again as Aidan Hamilton and Denny Franklin began bickering about what the grub spot would be for the day. In addition, they both had crucial stomach

pains in the morning, waiting to drop some kids off at the pool in the science building. During 4th period, the founding fathers declared it official that we were going to the well known Wildflour pizzeria off of main street and Ashland and Hill and blah and lah and cha.

As many of you know Mr. Okra feashed our decision of Wildflour and ordered Aidan Hamilton to deliver him back a slice of peperoni, a slice of cheese, and a diet pepsi. Now that's quite tough if you ask me. The only stoop decision Okra made was the choice of not ordering Wildflour's well known dank fuggin BBQ-pizza. As we made our way to the pizzeria, HNIC acted belligerent and we forcefully threw him into the trunk. The last thing we wanted was for HNIC to ruin a good day's meal. I lied; HNIC was actually on his best behavior today and as usual was rockin' his "Scotty Nguyen" stunna shades.

When we arrived to our destination, we see 3 companions already seated. It was Ben Wannabe, Louis Bizoooooo, and George Pilson our arch rivals from Big Jo's. Once we all recieved our slices, it took no more than 3 minutes for us all to finish. It was a tough baschnian lunch. If you're looking for the tastiest, most delicious pizza you've ever had, Wildflour is the place to go. Besides their grimy tap water and cashier that speaks gibberish, Wildflour is an amazing experience. Some say it's pricy, but it's actually a decent price for pizza in Santa Monica. Please try this place if you have never had it before. Happy grub days. Peace!!!!

The Basch Cashier

The Dankness of BBQ Chicken Pizza

P.S. My apologies for this late ass post founding fathers, please PYT the shit outta me tomorrow. But beware my friends, the rules of the game allow me to get revenge.

- Denny Franklin