Dad Jokes...I'll see myself out

Pretty much...

Yeah, trying to figure it out...🤔

Home, the moka pot is sputtering again in its familiar surroundings. Same pot. Same dark, reliable, foul-tempered little ritual with just the right amount of rocket fuel. Good morning.

Goodnight, Twitterverse… Sleep tight. If you hear something in the hallway, it’s probably just me, I’m back, hovering. Boo…👻💀🦇

That about covers it...

At 35 thousand feet, truth is close at hand.

Progress...

I like limericks...

Buongiorno, porca puttana. 35,000 feet up with the sunrise showing off. The coffee’s shit e sto arrivando con zero vergogna. A presto, stronzi, so get your shit together. 🖤🖕🌅 ✈️

Midnight met the pumpkin’s empty stare, and the night began to smile.

Fondant au chocolate, espresso, & Dom liquor

T-Bone & Cote de Boire red

Espresso Martini & Foie Gras Maison

Rain though it may, Notre Dame awaits, renewed from fire, stone remembering what the flames could not take.

Bonjour. Paris even on an overcast day the Tower….

Goodnight, Twitterverse… Sleep tight. The bats bite, and they will. They always do. Salute. 🍷💀🦇

Yes, snails

At thirty thousand feet, the day is but a seam of fire, and the clouds are pretending to hold it up. Dante circles in the heavens, and tonight the sky is somewhere between Inferno and Paradiso. Buona sera, my feral outcasts.