When I was on vacation in Europe I hooked up with a chess player. I came a pawn her in Prague; I made my move, and man it was Czech mate. What a knight! She looked like a queen-cut lass, but turned out quite kingky. The next day I felt great, like I could have done a hundred bishops. That’s something I’ll never get board of: the thrill of the chess!
I want a sex change. There’s nothing quite like living a broad.
I went to Kinshasa, DRC, hoping to see modern skyscrapers, but saw nothing but demolished buildings. I guess you’d say there was an in Congo ruins between my expectations and reality.
An author on a book tour has to hire wroties.
I can’t hear up in an airplane. It’s too cloud.
My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
No flights to France will be delayed. It’s Gaul on time’s Day!
Luft hansa, please, if you’ve ever been on a German airline.
Embarking on a rail journey is guaranteed enter trainment.
Take public transit? Hellz yeah, that’s how I bus to move.