Rojoleon:
About to leave to my first flight.
Rojoleon:
Book shite.
Rojoleon:
Scalp shot.
Rojoleon:
And this is a fly-over state.
Rojoleon:
Beard shot.
Rojoleon:
Skyhigh.
Rojoleon:
Picking shite up at the claim when I get to Austin.
Rojoleon:
Austin aeroporto.
Rojoleon:
The wretched "I'm going to make you late" plane.
Rojoleon:
Bird at Austin International.
Rojoleon:
More damn safety...
Rojoleon:
Seriously, the plane should have left at nine...
Rojoleon:
Windsock in Austin. Forecast: delays.
Rojoleon:
No gremlins, Mr. Shatner.
Rojoleon:
AH! A spiral.
Rojoleon:
Safety second. I'm in charge of popping the hatch in case of an emergency.
Rojoleon:
Safety first