Goose is Dead, You Gotta Let him Go

These are my new mirrored, polarized, aviator sunglasses.

I request that I now be referred to as Maverick.I am currently accepting applications from anyone who wants to be my Goose. And my hot teacher-girlfriend.

“I think I’ll go embarrass myself with Goose.”

“Goose, even you could get laid in a place like this.”

“Sorry Goose, but it’s time to buzz a tower.”

“Goose: the need for speed!”