*standing up on the plane* Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat/And the food just ain't no good?/I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed/And the chicken tastes like wood/So you try to play it off like you think you can/By saying that you're full
Christopher Bird*standing up on the plane* Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen