A Blog of Geek Eccentricities
I know I'm jealous of his jetpack. And his outfit, for that matter.
I'm not. He doesn't have a fly.
You know, you're jet-packin' along, and all at once that cup of coffee right before pre-flight kicks in. You'd need a fly, because that is what all of us men would do. Call it the bird in us.
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