Let’s say you and your significant other hop on a plane for some R&R at some cozy little locale of your choice, and on that flight you experience this.
Wouldnt you be thinking you should have just stayed home, made a nice batch of potaje de chicharo and rented a few flicks?
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Obviously the goat milk sundae served in coach wasn’t to his liking…
Wonder where the airline staff and air marshals were.
That was his reaction after he found out there’s actually pork in that Cuban sandwich he ate at the terminal.
We laugh, but it’s no joke. I commute by air every other month or so, and I tell you it’s a freak show on the way to the aircraft. It’s not only the Muslim nutjobs that you have to look out for (especially their chicks covered to the ankles), but also the mental patients that keep pouring in from the Orient. Indonesia is the largest Muslim country on the planet and the cradle of the 9/11 plot. We can’t be stupid when we board these planes. Not all flights have air marshals either.