Thanks to the power of association, I will never ever be able to watch Arrested Development and NOT think about DiGiorno microwave pizza for one. Thanks, Somebody That I Used to Know, for spending most of sophomore year passed out drunk in my dorm room after begging me to make you food even thought I TOLD you over and over you’d be asleep before it was done. So I would have to eat it. Every night. DiGiorno microwave. Pizzas. For One.