A Connecticut Yankee Fan in King Arthur’s Court
“Yankee Stadium?” I said, pointing towards the castle below. “Camelot,” he replied. “What the fuck,” I said.
“Yankee Stadium?” I said, pointing towards the castle below. “Camelot,” he replied. “What the fuck,” I said.
Robin Hood: Get married in the woods and then crash a wealthier wedding’s reception for dinner. Archery optional, but encouraged.
I am going into hiding. Do not approach me or say anything that could incriminate me in other crimes, especially new ones.
Look, airplanes shouldn’t be constantly flying around a building in the first place.
We will be booking you at the nearest available destination: a desolate mountainside, now viewable if you look out the left side of the aircraft.
So utterly immersive, so totally believable, so deeply transporting that you just might think you are in Sin City.
While all of you were walking on pavement like cavemen, I was defying gravity up in space.
How does one appropriately reply to “have a safe flight”? “I, too, hope I make it to my destination intact.”
While I'm technically "the boss," I don't want that detail to deter you from asking me lots of questions about my rejuvenating three-week sojourn.
Non-stop service from Dunkin Brands/Boston International Airport to Paramount++ Presents The Mummy VI/Hollywood Burbank Airport.
Time to get these shoes and socks off, settle in, and make myself at home. The air helps my feet breathe.
Leader Ron also just told us he has binged through seasons 1 and 2 of The Office last night, and can’t wait to find out how Jim and Pam's arc ends.