The internet, in many ways, is the worst thing to happen to teenagers. It gave them the autonomy their pizza-faced egos were just begging for. Now they sprinkle in the N-word like it’s cheese on a… well, pizza.
Sorry, as you can tell, I’m really jonesing for some pizza right now. Which, conveniently, I can order online.
If it means I can order food without picking up a phone, I’ll take a buttram once and a while. That’s a price I can pay. As long as it leaves me money for the pizza.
See even more nonsense in the season finale of Workaholics, this Wednesday at 10/9 CT, only on Comedy Central.