by Deja Poo on Nov 02 2009 4:05 pm
Pilot: The last time we were here, I remember the runway lights being on the ground, not up on poles.
Co-Pilot: Yeah, and the gate was marked 17A, not "Wal-Mart".
MMC: "What the fuck are you dickwads doing here? Did some dumass raghead hijack this piece of shit and forget that he's supposed to slam it in the building, not park it out in front? Don't you idiots know that you're supposed to rip out the seats and put them on your front porch if you want to look like you live in a friggin' hillybilly castle? And how are you fucknuts supposed to get the coon dogs on to the top of the fucking plane?????
Now, get that piece of shit hunk of junk to the Excursion Buses lot right his fucking moment. You've got my gawddam minivan blocked in and I have to take a shit so bad my eyes are turning brown. If you dipshits make me shit my britches in front of my kids, I'm going to come up there and bust a cap in your asses. And I don't give a shit what those lame-dicks at TSA have to say about it either. Fuck you, fuck them and fuck the whole damn plane, but get the fuck out of here before I drop a load the size of Montana on your fucking cockpit window."
Excuse me, but would you mind holding that thought for a minute? I would hate to miss a moment of this conversation but I feel a vicious shit coming on and I must really bear down on this turd.