Papa John’s wife of 32 years has filed for divorce after Papa’s 30 day descent into pizza madness. It’s like when Anakin was seduced by the dark side. We’re only a few pizzas away from Darth Papa telling a delivery driver “I am your papa” and slicing off his fuckin hand.
Eating pizza by daylight
Sweating grease by moonlight
Everyone’s worried if he’s alright
He is the one named Papa John
(I hope you enjoyed this nightmarish look into my Drafts Folder)
Papa John: “LETS DO THE INTERVIEW INSIDE A GIANT PIZZA OVEN!”
Interviewer: “I’m...not sure that’s a good idea-“
Papa John: “COVER ME IN OIL!”
Interviewer: “I...”
Papa John (snorts a line of parmesan cheese like its cocaine) “START THE CAMERAS”
Imagine you loved musicals as a tween and spent high school listening to sad indie rock, yet somehow still felt compelled by Sondheim. So, as an adult, you opt to remove the jazz hands from your favorite show tunes and run them through a David Lynch filter.
DRAMA CLUB, SEPT 24.
after inadvertently coming to terms with death and morality today ive come to the conclusion that life is short and I wanna live it to the fullest. dm me! let's be pals and hang while we can! 🤗😊
i’m going to relive my teen theatre days and read benvolio for @philosophytube’s shakespeare charity stream - please come and donate to the @samaritans a cause that means a lot to me as well as olly https://t.co/lAcEWtXVys 🎭