He got lost and had to wing it.
I just flew in from L.A., and boy are my wings tired!
So he’s a little late ; don’t make a big flap about it.
They don’t tell you that the size of the bell determines the size of the wings.
“I was in a waiting room called Purgatory.”
And they say size doesn’t matter.
When I get to Heaven, I ain’t gonna need no glasses. And, since it’s Heaven I’ll be able to just tug my halo out big enough and step through it to wherever I want to go!
Trying to leave a smaller carbon wingprint.
Some fly, some flutter.
That’s not the way I plan to arrive. I’ll come in at full throttle, tires squealing and drifting sideways into the parking spot. It’s been a good ride so far.
Ran out of Red Bull?
Always did like Minis…
There was a scuffle in the waiting room…
“Don’t feel so bad, did you see the Pope on rollerskates?”
Made it on a wing and a prayer.
Stopped to play nine along the way…
You see these things? I could have walked here faster!
When my grandmother turned 90 she said, “So many of my friends have gone home to be with the Lord, and they’re probably wondering what happened to me.” She made them wait until she was 102!
Those big wing guys are compensating for something. little tiny halos maybe?
I told you that they had to be dry cleaned.
He had to take care of a defective heating unit downstairs.
Must have been a very small bell ringing…
Held up by life
He got tied up in customs.
I wonder if wing size is related to worth
He got the new hybrid wings.
Sorry Sir, first day on new wings.
! This just flew in: His Arms aren’t tired.
Wishing each other dead is quite typical of believers.
July 17, 2015