Next thing you know, someone ate some Japanese food and is waking up next to Suzanne Pleshette in a Chicago bedroom from some crazy dream about running an Inn in Vermont.
At least put the score in the right order, you know, like you know just a little about sports. It ain’t rocket science…
Not finding that instagram account. Anyone?
The right play would have been to heave the puck from midcourt through a space-time wormhole, then run the bases backward.
We’re being “St. Elsewhere’d” ain’t we. Check for a snowglobe in Mom’s room.
What you said.
WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!???
We’re inside the freakin’ St. Elsewhere snowglobe.
Well he looks like a robot now so….sure.
Why not? When I was in high school I knew who Christy Mathewson and Walter Johnson were.