shut up and let me see your jazz hands

cult of papa.

🎶 Little Dick Wick, played with his prick, don’t his smell just make you sick?

“Where’s... my cake? I... want... my... cake! Where’s my cake, Bedelia? Where’s my Father’s Day cake? I want my cake you dirty BITCH! I’m going to have it! BEDELIA! It’s Father’s Day! Where’s my cake? You promised me my cake! Bedelia, I’m your father and you’re supposed to be taking care of me!” | “I DON’T HEAR YOU! I SAID I DON’T HEAR YOU!” | “BEDELIA, YOU BITCH! What do you think I’ve got you here for? You’re just like all the others - you’re nothing but a bunch of VULTURES!” | “I don’t know.” | “Bedelia! I want my cake! BEDELIA! WHERE’S MY FATHER’S DAY CAKE?” | “HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!”