re: #3 No Country For Old Haters

Looks like I’m done ordering from Papa John’s.

I’ve met Papa John. I have been to his house.

The man suffers from a glaring case of Napoleon syndrome. Yes, he is a (very) little shit, with a (gigantic) chip on his shoulder.

And yes, his house was not just expensive, it was gaudy, and looked like a giant white trash trailer park from ground level. I was on the premises for the wedding of his nanny. Barf. Looked like he’d gone on a bender while he was ordering up his house.