I landed in the George Bush Intercontinental Airport today. That’s right folks, INTERCONTINENTAL airport. Not international, intercontinental. I just googled the term and apparently Houston is the only city to be blessed with such an airport.
So what the hell makes an intercontinental airport?
Inter – between, among
Continental – a small breakfast consisting of [...]

In the spirit of the glorious reign of The Honky Tonk Man, I think I’m going to create a new breakfast, the Intercontinental Breakfast. It’s basically a regular Continental Breakfast, but with a half pound of bacon on the side.