Well, I tried the Pizzahut.com thing, and I don’t know why I was expecting the pies to somehow be BETTER than if I’d called them in using that whatchamacallit… telephone. After all, it’s just pizza. They got my order right, and the food was fine. I mean, it was Pizza Hut food, which you may or may not be down with. Me, I like it, but I know my limits. That pan-pizza crust is like crack. Sandra practically had to push me out of the room to keep me from goldfishing on it. You could top it with poopsauce, limberger, and sardines, and I’d still eat it up.
ps. No I wouldn’t.