Planet Hollywood is
the shit. It’s like Hard Rock Cafe, but movies, and shittier.
Imagine a prop from a sub
par Sylvester Stallone film that came out 30 or so years ago. Now imagine like 60 of them, all enclosed in
glass boxes like anyone would ever want to steal them. Nobody wants to take a napkin Matthew Broderick coughed into during the filming of Inspector Gadget (1999). And you’
d be lucky if you ever got to see something like that, if you went to a shitty city the
props were shitty too. Unless it’s the one in Disney World there’s a high chance you’ll have no idea what movies any of the
props are from, which
will make your
cold ass burger slightly worse than it already is.
All jokes aside, Planet Hollywood rocks. Especially the merch. Studies show a Planet Hollywood leather jacket adds 12 inches your dick. That’s science. Nowadays there’s hardly any Planet Hollywoods left, it’s lost all its celebrity endorsements and has been into bankruptcy like 8 times so it’s kinda fucked. But it was fun while it lasted.
Brevin: Yo dude do you wanna go and
eat at Planet Hollywood? That place kicks
ass!
Bryle: Man, I wish my wife didn’t leave me… zoo wee
mama!
