20 years ago, Carl was responsible for genetically engineering a girl with narcotic blood. Now he's brought her home - and the boundaries between love and addiction are becoming increasingly blurred.
I have a twist on the Mimosa (that brunch favorite made from orange juice and champagne). Try Tang instead. Tang-pagne.... Hiding your morning buzz behind delusions of training to be an astronaut.
All you bearded, tat-canvases in your profane, ironic, patriotic, super tight tshirts need to look at this guy and realize that bravado and bad-ass both Start with a "b" but are otherwise world's apart. This guy in a flowered Hawaiian shirt and slacks could pass through any airport in the world by looking like a middle school teacher then initiate a coup, rescue hostages, call in missile strikes, assassinate officials, sabotage critical infrastructure and capture vital intel. Then he could exfil back the way he came and no one would ever know. You bacon, bourbon, bullet, boobs types can't go to the mall without drawing fire. You might as well have your 214 tattooed on your forehead.
Turns out there's a hell of a military career behind that Mr. Rogers smile.
