Looks like Parker is gonna have to crawl through the air duct again. God forbid anyone else would have to learn how to fricking crawl on their stomach through a tiny space. It 's not rocket science, people.
I once saw a horse kill a clown.
Look, flying isn’t really all that scary when you think about it. I mean, there are a lot more likely ways to die than on a plane: car crash, house fire, electrocution, drowning, auto-erotic asphyxiation. I mean, fact is, death haunts us every day, no matter where we are.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
What I'm thinking when the air stewerdess is speaking
Place the mask over your mouth and nose and breathe normally.
In the event of a water landing your seat cushion can be used as a floatation device
But lets face it, if this thing goes down into the water more than likely the impact will kill you
Please take a moment to locate the nearest emergency exits.
Because if this plane is on fire, you would want to get out quick :) yes it will burn to over a thousand degrees. Thats hot folks.
In the event of a water landing your seat cushion can be used as a floatation device
But lets face it, if this thing goes down into the water more than likely the impact will kill you
Please take a moment to locate the nearest emergency exits.
Because if this plane is on fire, you would want to get out quick :) yes it will burn to over a thousand degrees. Thats hot folks.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Its raining again
It's raining.
The kind of rain that comes down so heavy it sounds like the shower's running, even when you've turned it off. The kind of rain that makes you think of dams and flash floods, arks. The kind of rain that tells you to crawl back into bed, where the sheets haven't lost your body heat, to pretend that the clock is five minutes earlier than it really is.
Ask any kid who's made it past fourth grade and they can tell you: water never stops moving. Rain falls, and runs down a mountain into a river. The river finds its way to the ocean. It evaporates, like a soul, into the clouds. And then, like everything else, it starts all over again.
The kind of rain that comes down so heavy it sounds like the shower's running, even when you've turned it off. The kind of rain that makes you think of dams and flash floods, arks. The kind of rain that tells you to crawl back into bed, where the sheets haven't lost your body heat, to pretend that the clock is five minutes earlier than it really is.
Ask any kid who's made it past fourth grade and they can tell you: water never stops moving. Rain falls, and runs down a mountain into a river. The river finds its way to the ocean. It evaporates, like a soul, into the clouds. And then, like everything else, it starts all over again.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Over and over
My friends once asked me, "Why do you keep watching the same movie over and over again?"
Well, I guess I just like the feeling of knowing how things turn out.
Well, I guess I just like the feeling of knowing how things turn out.
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