Being short on pride, money, and self esteem after a month of debauchery, my protégée and I turned to the only pie as low as we are; Pizza Hut. The Deja Vu of pizza chains is truly the only place you can turn to when your bank account and self worth hit rock bottom. Riddled with more grease than a coked out alcoholic in July, this pie will truly overwhelm both you and underwear. It’s loaded with an unsavory combo of J Lo thick cheese and a McDonald’s ketchup like gravy. The crust is soft and doughy making yourself feel worse and worse with each bite. This thing is only recommended if you’re trying to punish yourself for past mistakes. If you’re looking to feed your shame, this is the place.
