CFO of Burger Ring. Come for the snacks, stay for the existential dread. || Just a bad bitch from Senegal || Supreme and perpetual dictator of Paraguay ||
Remember when Pizza Hut pan pizzas were basically a goddamn culinary delicacy? They’d bring them out in a real fucking skillet that was piping at about 700 degrees Fahrenheit right as your third song kicked in on the jukebox after you’d played a game of Galaga. We were kings.