Pa’s Faux Pas
keep it together
now is not the time or place
farting on a plane
- JB 08/01/11
keep it together
now is not the time or place
farting on a plane
- JB 08/01/11
Look, I know the food on airplanes is bad, but who do you think you’re kidding? That stench is not your mystery meat and vegetable medley. You do realize that there are bathrooms, right, but no windows that I can crack? This is like riding in the car with my uncle Dave, only it isn’t the window-lock button that has been pressed, and no amount of begging is going to convince the captain to make a pit-stop. There should be a “no-smoking” equivalent on planes where one has to make a pledge not to eat beans and/or ethnic food for three days before a flight.
“Yes, I’d like a no-ass-dropping seat please. Thanks!”
Airplanes are like mullets. Everything is good and professional in the front, but the further back you go, the dirtier and poorer it looks. Me? I’ll take the party in the back, even if it means sitting next to a known ass-dropper or two. People back there are real and have personalities.
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