It’s Friday, and as Ferris Bueller said: “The question isn’t ‘what are we going to do,’ the question is ‘what aren’t we going to do.”
The simple beauty of evening even renders poets silent.
You know, If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
Okay guys, last one in the bar buys the first round.
I thought we moved here to get away from all that traffic at rush hour. This is just like Manhattan, only green.
What? You’ve never seen an Egret breakdance?
As Antoine de Saint-Exupery said, “I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.”
Come on, follow me Billy. I mean what could possibly go wrong?
The Bard of Avon was right, My soul is in the sky!
Nabakov was so right, “The evening is the time to praise the day”