Oftentimes I find myself posed with this dilemma: How can I find new and interesting ways to waste my life via that anarchic conduit we call ‘the innernette’ without wanting to share a bubble bath with my still-plugged-in desktop?

The answer? Papa John’s Road Trip; it’s got everything you could possibly want from an absurdly tech-savvy marketing campaign whose ultimate goal is to siphon from you the last vestiges of self-respect hiding in that tortured bundle of synapses you call a ‘conscience.’ All you have to do is point your webcam at a fucking PJ’s pizza box and take a ‘virtual drive’ in John Schnatter’s 1972 Z28 Camaro via the campaign’s website. Before you can say ‘I’ve lost the will to live another day,’ you’re having the most fun you’ve had in your mother’s basement in ages (sans whippits).

Watch the magic in action: