It would have been even cooler though if the last name had been Tardis, and if there’d been a phone booth where the exit door should have been.
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did i ever tell you about the time i went to the museum and most interesting thing there was the emergency exit?
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At least that’s not as demeaning as having a waste water treatment facility named after you. The Mark Maynard Sewage Processing Plant And Conflict Resolution Center. How terrible is that?
I want a pizza named after me.
Maybe I’m not seeing the complete picture, but it looks like
they forgot to cut out a door and instead put a fire extinguisher
in it’s place. I would think the Tarses’s would be pissed!
I want the handicapped toilet named after me!
Happy Mother’s Day to all. I love you. Keep doing what you do. You love us. You love that we talk about time machines and emergency doors. You want us to be happy. We are. God bless you all.
Can someone Photoshop in a handgun hanging from a nail?
Not to be confused with the Jean Paul Sartre No Exit.
Panties with “Exit Only” embroidered on the rear would, I’m sure, sell like warm cookies. Mark, I offer you this idea as a token of our friendship.