I remember theatre school.  It was fun.  And I remember the jokes about what B.F.A. really stands for – Bachelor of Fuck All. Basically, a really useless university degree that will not prepare you for any known career.  I would bet any money that our intrepid heroes Peter and Chris heard these jokes too...  they're recent theatre grads themselves (hell, I even know one of their professors from UVIC). 

When I was almost a teenager, my older cousin Jacquie took me to The Pirate Movie.  I loved it!  She even made me a taped copy of her copy of the album with all the music from the movie, which I listened to over and over again. (I may even still have it somewhere).  Years later, I figured out that The Pirate Movie was a spoof of Gilbert and Sullivan's famous operetta The Pirates of Penzance. 

Tell me, how fucked up is your family? But you make it OK, right? Because there are degrees of fucked up and we work with what we’ve got.

John Pippus is a brave man.  He's taken his musical career and parlayed it into a one-man show.  Trouble is, I think I'd rather be watching him perform a straight-up music concert rather than witnessing this play.