In the search for myself today I came across a most lovely silver lining to a somewhat shitty cloud of the past and here she be:
If pigs can fly, then surely I can fly.
Oh, I get it, you want proof, you’re not going to take my word for it huh?
So, I decided to head on down to the local airport that has all of two planes, nah, more like five or ten, but first I had to stop by and sing with Elvis (I saw a flyer advertising this once in a lifetime chance). He was giving an awesome performance of Hunk O’ Burnin’ Love and of course I had to join in cause I’m hip like that.
I gotta prove it again?
Have it your way, cause “I did it my way.”
Obviously he had me “All shook up.”
Of course grandpa prefers Betty Boop, I mean let’s face it, we look an awful lot alike! Check her out, I have blue eyes, and blonde hair and it’s obvious we’re twins.
Alright, let’s move on, but before I do, let me say here that both Betty and Elvis made their somewhat magical appearance at the bait and tackle shop which just so happened to be beside the “blessed sausage” shop.
I’m not sure what that means but I’ll just stick to the heathen sausage myself.
Then I met Roger, who promised me it would be safe because he’s 72 and has been flying a long time. My only doubt is that there is a possibility I could have a heart attack mid flight and then he’d have one because I had one and that would be as they say the “end of story Nard.” (“Firebase Gloria”)
This is Roger, he’s a sweetheart!
After Mr. Roger (Ha), and I struck up a deal I decided it was time to end the journey for today, but not before stopping by the local BK for a rather large iced tea. You know my journey would not have been complete without a little RobCo style to make me wince in pain and that’s when I met Shorty. I wanted to get Shorty and ask him why?
Here you have a look and maybe you can tell me why.
Cause, I’m out! 😉