My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”
She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.”
To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, BITCH”
LOL not my story, but hilarious.
Dane: Chocolate, this thing is insane, so sweet and smooth it’s here to sooth my pain, sets me free, into a cocoa inception dream like reality, give me a break like kit kat, and oh i think it’s fatality, yo i’m hungry so grab me a snickers, anything, even a bunch of i love chocolate bumper stickers, cause yeah, i’m down like jay sean for that melting little sweet stuff, indulge on a twix when i need a moment when it’s getting rough, ferrero rocher, yeah, magical chocoballs of life, it’s so sweet and delicious i can call it my first wife ohhh!
that I would consider getting a cherry blossom tattoo?
If one day she may lecture me on how I should focus on school and my future first, to open my eyes and see clearly, putting aside friends and love because she may think they are temporary, I will respectfully tell her that, “Mom, my friends and my love are my future.” This is just the way I feel.