According to Erik, I have a plane — actually a jet — so when I hop over to Holland — oops, sorry, Erik, THE NETHERLANDS — I’ll just stop by and pick you up, Tracy, in England or Great Britain or wherever. I need to Google those countries first though because we Americans have no frigging idea where they are — nor do we care because, well, we’re Americans.
Then, we’ll just soar over the ocean — Atlantic, right? — to Pennsylvania. I know where that is cause it’s on my side of the ole USA. The other side is really iffy. Kinda cowboyish and all — not too civilized. Pennsylvania has its issues — ahem, 2016 election, Jack — but we’ll overlook that because of the extreme hospitality offered by Jack and his long-suffering wife Deb. And, I can’t say much because I live in Florida, the Redneck Riviera.
Tracy, since the British are not known for their food, we won’t ask you to contribute to the menu — I mean, really, bangers and mash, NOT real food! I thought maybe you could contribute beer but just googled beer in England (or Great Britain — I am so confused) and the most popular brand is Budweiser — WTH?? We make that beer and know better than to drink it!!
So, Tracy, we are down to tea and crumpets or biscuits or whatever you call those cookies. I like hot tea. And cookies. So, please bring tea and cookies.
Is it settled, Tracy? I’ll jet over there, wherever it is, and nab you and Erik and you’ll bring tea and cookies. Erik, since I live in fear of Tracy bringing Budweiser, can you load up a few cases of Heineken? If there were a Mexican in our group, I’d ask for Corona.
Hey, Jack, we have a plan, just need a date from you!