Lil Caesars held it DOWN.
Five dollars. Hot. Ready. No wait. No shame. No judgment. Just pure survival food with a hint of happiness. That man on the box is basically a social worker. A father figure. A homie. A mentor.
People forget. You didn’t climb out of the trenches, binging limited edition truffle crusts. You climbed out with two slices of Crazy Bread and orange grease on your napkin.
Eat Lil Caesars with PRIDE bro. They earned their raise. They been carrying the whole younger generation on their back since like 2012.
Long live the orange box.
“Emails will break upon this inbox like water on rock. Management’s hordes will circle back and touch base, we've seen it before. Meetings can be rescheduled. Spreadsheets, rebuilt. Within this office, Friday will outlast them."
i can’t stop throwing up i think someone spiked my 9 beers, 4 hot dogs, 6 smoked ribs, 1 brisket sandwhich, 8 slices of watermelon, 3 cupcakes, and 4 chocolate chip cookies i don’t know