So now that I’m off the plane and not sitting next to them
I am free to tell you all that I was sandwiched between Jock Dimplechin of the Broadshoulder Clan, and Burp, Son of Lard, the Hill that Walks (and Also JIggles).
This Tumblr is a collection of Alan Tyson's ideas, fears, and hangovers.
I am free to tell you all that I was sandwiched between Jock Dimplechin of the Broadshoulder Clan, and Burp, Son of Lard, the Hill that Walks (and Also JIggles).
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…I can’t decide if this is an improvement.
This… This is a piano muzak rendition of “Every Time We Touch” playing over the plane’s intercom.
I was wrong. We didn’t land in Dallas. We’re somewhere much worse, and much hotter.