News, but not the serious kind
Got a date with an angel, gotta meet her at seven…
See, when I asked you to be my WINGMAN, that’s what I meant! I didn’t want you to show up bare-chested, with fricking WINGS on your back like an escapee from a cheesy Nativity scene at some male models’ Christmas party!
So now, here we are. You look like Icarus with too much ick!
What did you say? You know a great singles bar where the hot ANGELS hang out? Well that’s different, Lon! Fly us on over there!