I want to write about airplanes and airline safety.  Again.  There is some editorial written by yours truly in some online magazine.  I refuse to tell you the name of the “magazine” or e-zine or whatever the fuck it’s called.  Not that I hate what I wrote.  I hate some of it, but not all of it.  I don’t want anyone to read it because it’s just a variation on the same old shit.  How many times have I written about how I don’t like white boys who try to act all smooth and flirt with Chinese flight attendants who may or may not have really nasty B.O.??  At least a thousand times.  And I could not curse or use really graphic descriptions of sex acts.  And I wrote the first draft only half-drunk and the final draft totally shitfaced. . . so the message is lost somewhere between the thirty-second shot of bourbon and a warm Dos Equis Amber.

So here’s my Final Thought on airplanes: Do Not Fuck on an airplane.  We are all breathing the same air, so that means I am already breathing Asian girl farts and some dude’s dandruff and SARS from some Dutchman.  That’s bad enough without having to smell wet ass and semen aroma.  So, please, for the love of Glarb, no fucking.  It’s not even The Mile High Club.  The real Mile High Club is here at the villa — when a steady stream of Mexican girls and White girls come over for fucking and other festivities.

That’s all I got for now.

Original post by Charles J. Chinwannabutr