Not specifically with Death 11 (S/N 88-0329, Spirit of Missouri) and Death 12 (S/N 82-1068, Spirit of New York), respectively (part of 509 BW), during their trans-Atlantic passage from Whiteman AFB, Missouri, to RAF Fairford, Gloucestershire.

STEP 1: Deploy B-52 Stratofortress; “Hey, Dave. You really should knock it off.”

Here’s how it works:

Fair point!

Haha! Well done, sir. I will tip my hat to you, on that one. Touché.

It’s more like “shit in the bed, and now we’re going to roll around in it because we’re too fucking stupid to just clean the fucking bed!” Ooh, I better not even get started on the whole F-35 debacle ... :\

That’s where the R2 unit goes ... (You think I’m joking, but just wait!) :P

“Pointy end this way!” →

I’m not playing Space Invaders on my HUD ... I’m not playing Space Invaders on my HUD ... Nuthin’ to see here ...

Excellent, well-written, and detail-oriented analysis, Tyler! You and Drew Magary are the only two reasons I even bother with Gawker Media, anymore. (Huh, now that would be an interesting column, putting you and Drew together!)

“Y-M-C-A! It’s fun to stay at the ...”

“Guaranteed Delivery!”

Sighs ...

Those are some bee-ay-yoo-tee-ful shock diamonds!

I know, I know—I’m gonna get razzed for saying this, but ...

I initially read your photo-caption as:

“Why is there a lake there? Why are there no signs? How are people supposed to know?”

Incredulous Beach Guy must’ve been a big Joni Mitchell fan, as a kid. And smoked a metric shit-ton of pot. (They paved paradise, ‘n put up a parking lot ...)

I usually order as “Michael Bolton.” Only once did the girl who handed me my capspresso smile, while chiming, “Don’t forget the new cover sheets for the TPS reports!”

I gave him chocolate and Motrin to quiet him down.