Hi guys. Last night your hero was invited to a fancy dinner housed in the Billy Bishop Hangar on TDot island, where porter flys out of. Scotiabank unveiled a new credit card merge with American Express. Amex. Yeah, they didn’t give me one of those. I asked eight times to various different people. (Ask, Believe, receive!!)(j/k maybe it was four people) but anywho come fly with me, err, dine. Flights were grounded. Someone said I look like Sarah Palin in this pic. Oh yeah? Well check it.
Pointing at the UN flag. Alaska. I mean UN. They’re the biggest custies of this airport. I was like, there’s a choice? Isn’t the UN like the boss of the world? I just thought it was funny how caj he was about it, all business. Like, obviously I pictured brown leather briefcases with golden handles gripped in a dictator’s paw. I choose my own reality okay?
Like, that one.
I know how ridiculous and grown-up cheeseballs I look. The minx can take on many forms. Lots of double takes and mistakes in the joint. The last time some of these ladies saw’re me I was platinum. It was neat hearing all the opinions people are now safe to say once you change hair colours. Ha ha. I don’t care. I’m like a nihilist. It’s true.
Gorge view.
That too.
