Every time I fly----- every fvcking time--- I end up next to the biggest, fattest, nastiest sweat hog ever. Just landed in Phoenix and I rode 2 and a half hours next to a guy that weighed 400 EASY. Dude couldn't put the arm rest down because of his saddle bags. He farmed the entire flight. Dude had NASTY body odor but I rarely got to enjoy it because of his putrid farts. He smelled like refried beans, 15 day old chorizo and bad decisions. And what's worse, we were on a freaking little business jet. Two rows on each side. Worse yet, there's storms in the area over new Mexico so I couldn't get up and stand at the back and flirt with the flight attendants like usual.
Just once-- ONE TIME, I want to sit next to a hot, unmarried chick. Just once! I've got 5 million air miles, 5 million-- NEVER have I had a flight next to a looker.
God hates me when I fly.
Just once-- ONE TIME, I want to sit next to a hot, unmarried chick. Just once! I've got 5 million air miles, 5 million-- NEVER have I had a flight next to a looker.
God hates me when I fly.