A poop play

Abe: When is my goddam Pizza going to arrive?

Carmen: At Four o'clock in the affernooN!

Abe: But what i axed you was when my Pizza was--would you like to know what kind of pizza I ordered?

Carmen: Maybe. What kind of Pizza did you order, Abe?

Abe: I ordered Beer Pizza!

Carmen:What's that?

Abe: It's a type of Pizza made of Beer.

Carmen: Yeah? Isn't that a little wet and sloppy?

Abe: Only when it melts in the day light.

Carmen: Does everything we do have to have great meaning?

Abe: Yesh.