Comes at a price, though. Most two-seater versions of what was originally a one-seat airplane will make room for the back seat by removing a fuel tank usually put in the fuselage behind the cockpit. This results in reduced range, obviously.

“Wait a sec— does ‘commit’ have two ‘M’s or two ‘T’s? I hate this.”

“Mister President, do you have any idea what time it is?”

In wholly unrelated news (as conveyed to me by The Flash through a tear in the future) part of the $5 billion Trump is funneling from the defense budget will not be in cash, but in hardware intended to militarize the DHS. Filling the ranks with nationalists, Trump will fashion this up-armed and emboldened Department…

Everyone in the world has witnessed the worst President in American history, front and center. We’ve all seen what not to do, what not to be, and in that sense everybody’s now has all the experience needed to be a better President than Donald Trump.

“... somebody with a welder and a sense of humor is committed.”

The F-35 is aviation’s Harambe.

Same way I feel about hunting— it’s an activity, not a sport.

As one particularly observant admiral one said, “It’s a trap!”

Someone whose last name matches the faculty building you’re working in.

There’s this documentary made in 1985 that features a 1955 experiment along similar lines. Though far more crude and risky in its implementation, it did generate a whopping 1.21 jigawatts of electricity.

In the P-38 handbook manual they deal with cold starts by diluting the oil with gasoline— basically you run the priming switch continuously for a minute in order to bleed raw fuel into the crankcase to thin the stuff out.

You know he’s going to take that brand-new golf simulator he installed in the White House when he goes, and I doubt it was paid for out of his own wallet.

Casually mention that you were born on Beale Air Force Base and the first airplane you ever saw happened to be the SR-71 Blackbird.

Sleight of hand and twist of fate. On a bed of nails she makes me wait.

Never underestimate the petty cruelty of a government agency.

“I’ll have Tim Apple look into the oranges of the investigation. I believe they’re the same thing.”

As the comatose figure is slid into the ring of the MRI machine, the neurosurgeon says “Alright, let’s gauge the severity of this stroke.”

I have a dark confession to make: years ago I played a round with Trump. I got through the windmill and the castle just fine, but had a little trouble landing a shot through the clown’s mouth. But what killed my game was when we got to the model of the Great Wall of China and I could not get my ball past it no matter…

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