Good take off… time for the weird forward lean.
Make the pizza with your skis, yep. Heels are the tip, toes are crust.
Nice, Spencer! You’ve got this.
Why is Airplane WiFi so bad? Shouldn’t it be the best up here? Isn’t this where all the WiFi is?
Phew, this is dangerous.
Why don’t I care about a show with the American crime letter agencies like CSI, NCIS, or FBI, but I LOVE a British show about MI6 or MI5? Do they feel that way about our shows?
Oh man, did I close the garage?
I can’t believe some other guys are injecting their penises with PEDs to fly further.
I feel like I’ve seen a lot of Snoopy lately. Is there a Peanuts anniversary?
Maybe I should’ve injected my penis with PEDs to fly further…
I’m still in the air. Jesus.
Is it too late for grad school?
I’ve never hit a bird before.
Hold the reverse pizza.
This would be a terrible time to hit a bird.
I’ll be so pissed off if I left a bunch of lights on at home—such an unnecessary bill.
Pizza does sound good. How have I been in Milan for this long and not had pizza? I kind of want to try Pizza Hut over here.
I want to win, for sure. I DEFINITELY don’t want to go viral for hitting a bird—almost more than winning.
Damnit, I think I did leave the garage open.
Hey, there are my parents.
It would be the most people to ever see someone hit a bird. It would pass the Randy Johnson video. It would be Randy Johnson, Fabio, and me. Three bird killers.
What even goes on in grad school?
Even though I haven’t used PEDs or injected my penis to be bigger and fly further, I want people to think I’ve enhanced my penis to fly further.
The pizza skis technique doesn’t apply to Detroit-style.
What does a comptroller do?
I really thought I’d be on the ground by now.
