Vinyl Me Please is so fucking cursed that literally anything bearing the same initialism (VMP) burdens the same curse.
So, the Very Meaty Pizza thing actually inspired me to order pizza for dinner last night. A meaty one, of course.
It arrived over an hour later than it was supposed to. And was sent to the wrong address. The person who got it brought it back to me (he lived just a couple houses down) but let me know that it arrived fucked up. The top of the box was smashed in and there was a pretty big bend down the middle of the box. The pizza inside was ruined because, since the top of the box was smashed in so far, all the cheese and toppings were stuck to the top of the box and not on the pizza anymore. I called the delivery place and told them what happened, and they said they couldn't replace the pizza because they were all out of some of the toppings, but that they'd give me a partial refund. I asked if I could return it for a full refund because I wasn't going to eat a sauce-only pizza, and they hung up on me. I called back again and got a different person on the phone and they told me that they still had all the toppings and that they'd get a replacement pizza sent to me, which arrived two and a half hours later and also was sent to the same wrong address.
I LITERALLY got VMPed for ordering a Very Meaty Pizza.
The irony is of absolutely cosmic proportions.