If he does well on this tour, will he graduate from three strings to four?

I once watched 40 bald eagles crowd around the ugliest fucking bald (literally BALD) eagle, who was picking at a dead fish. It was my first night on Kodiak Island.

I was car-camping in Plattsburgh, New York (on Lake Champlain). My wife and I were surrounded by huge RVs from Québec. A flock of Canada geese flapped overhead, honking up a storm. A nearby grizzled RV-er pointed at them and said to us, beaming: “Ey, zey’re going back to Canadahhh!” It’s like he was PROUD of them.

Yup.

All alone in a time of need.

Is he a Rocky Horror enthusiast?

Charles Atlas Shrugged.

I have a straight male college-era acquaintance as a Facebook friend whose feed is generally “Why don’t I have romantic success? I’m such a nice guy, and I see such shitty guys who have no trouble attracting women!” I think to myself, “Perhaps it’s your tendency to radiate self-pity?”

True Story: One of my college roommates went on Semester at Sea. The captain died unexpectedly. He played me the retrospective DVD, which included video of the somber announcement to the passengers.

Great Job, Chris!

Hey, me too! I avoid it, though—too afraid it’ll get stuck that way.

Scandinavian isn’t a language, it’s a regional/cultural descriptor.

B’DOOP!

Penis Scare

Groß Fahrt.

Exactly, Other Barry!

—Go into the air!
—Go into the air!
—Go into the air!
—Go into the air!

Same! I don’t miss that. Especially the systems that garble or truncate the text after you save it.

It can be two things.

Pair it with the bust of that soccer star from his eponymous airport! They can grin at each other.