God, I want Mamma Mia to become the Fast and Furious franchise of musicals. They just keep making them for no reason, and the more they make the more you don’t even care that there isn’t a plot.
You think we care about a plot? The first movie could have been solved in 2 seconds with a DNA test, but instead they decide to sing about how this girl doesn’t know which of these 3 men is her dad for 2 hours and in the end THEY STILL DON’T HAVE AN ANSWER. AND NO ONE CARES.
The plot is ABBA karaoke, and it brings me joy. That’s all you need to know.
Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”
u know u can dislike popular users on this website in a normal way like “oh they’re annoying/not funny to me” or w/e without wishing theyd be called out for pedophilia or nazism like ik its the new scandalous thing for a popular aes blogger or funny man to be called out memeufacturing style or whatever but stop wishing people r actually nazis and pedos jst to justify ur hatred of them
