(this is art........get it?)
Had to take a quick second and shout out our man Scott Wiener here for pulling down the Guiness title for largest pizza box collection as well as not killing yourself in middle school with the last name Wiener. Just a feel good, underdog story. And while our man Scott here is getting demolished in comment sections everywhere, you won't hear a peep from me. Legit one of my goals was to be in the Guiness Book of World Records when I was a kid. I ordered a new copy during book order day every year from 1992-present. Flat out enamored with the records in there. But sadly, just like my career paper on becoming a Ghostbuster, that dream has fallen flat. So instead I'll choose to live vicariously through Mr. Wiener. Because no matter what the internet tough guys say Scott, they are commenting on an international story about YOU. So throw all the barbs you want, don't tell Scotty, Scotty doesn't know .
PS: This blog may or may not have been drafted entirely to incorporate a Eurotrip reference.
Double PS: All kidding aside, and assuming that Scott here is single, at what point do you tell the girl you're dating that you have 650 old pizza boxes laying around your apartment? Date #2? 3? Wait till your married? 'Ohhhhh by the way, not like it's a big deal but when we move into the same place I have a weird little pizza box collection I'll be bringing.' 'Oh that's alright, how many pizza boxes is it?' 'Like 30.....give or take 620....'