Since when do we not want human intervention in our pizzas? I want that crust tossed by a mustachio'd man or no deal!
Too bad those poor, weak women can't enjoy a cold frosty beer. Beer is a man's drink anyway right?
Are the spiders at least coated in cool ranch powder?
Have you looked closely at the machine in your breakroom? You never know, you may be missing something.
Foreign words, foreign words, PIZZA. That's all I really need to know.
It's like walking into your kitchen and finding a whole lasagna hot out of the oven and a bottle of wine opened for you. Okay it's not at all like that, but I'd be just as happy either way.
Apparently New York City is about to get these Pizzametry pizza vending machines. Because pizzerias in New York City are simply too hard to find.