I have a sick love of Totino’s pizza rolls. Sick, I tells ya.
When I had my eye injury a few years back, Steve went to the store and laid in an industrial supply of pizza rolls. I would sit in the dark, sniffling, and eating pizza rolls.
A few days ago, we saw new pizza rolls. Mega pizza rolls. More pizza! More roll!
In reality, just more filling. More scalding filling that smooshes from the end with every bite. More tomato-like sauce on my shirt. A blister on the roof of my mouth.
I did not find them mega satisfying. Not that they mega sucked or anything. But they are not an improvement on the tried and true original pizza roll. Trust me.
My mother always bought us pizza rolls when we were kids. I ate them soooo much I am now sick of them. But I haven’t been a kid in awhile, so maybe it’s time to try them out again. But NOT the mega ones.
The older, wiser Julie thinks that perhaps she was being a bit too hard on the MEGA! pizza rolls.
Sick of pizza rolls? You’re obviously a pervert, and Unamerican, to boot!