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» Airport Stories
It was Christmas, 1992...
I was around 11 at the time and rather than the traditional festivities spent at home, my family decided that we should spend it sunning ourselves in Florida. Now, call me old fashioned but I love cold weather (particularly snow) around Christmas time and I was naturally unhappy about the unfairness of this decision.
So, on the day of the flight itself my parent's alarm clock didn't go off and it's absolute panic in my house with my all my uncles, aunts and cousins running around trying to get ready, utter mayhem.
We arrive at the airport and I'm running behind my Dad, but the batteries on my tape recorder run out, so there I am trying to change them as well as trying to keep up with Pop. He runs on to the plane but I crash into the air hotess at the desk sending tickets flying everywhere. "It's alright," I tell her, "I just saw my Dad run on." As the plane's ready to leave she lets me on, making sure I can see my Dad first. I put my headphones on, sit back and relax, not hearing the captain's announcement that the plane is bound for NEW YORK!
Yours sincerely,
Mr K McCallister
(Tue 7th Mar 2006, 11:16, More)
It was Christmas, 1992...
I was around 11 at the time and rather than the traditional festivities spent at home, my family decided that we should spend it sunning ourselves in Florida. Now, call me old fashioned but I love cold weather (particularly snow) around Christmas time and I was naturally unhappy about the unfairness of this decision.
So, on the day of the flight itself my parent's alarm clock didn't go off and it's absolute panic in my house with my all my uncles, aunts and cousins running around trying to get ready, utter mayhem.
We arrive at the airport and I'm running behind my Dad, but the batteries on my tape recorder run out, so there I am trying to change them as well as trying to keep up with Pop. He runs on to the plane but I crash into the air hotess at the desk sending tickets flying everywhere. "It's alright," I tell her, "I just saw my Dad run on." As the plane's ready to leave she lets me on, making sure I can see my Dad first. I put my headphones on, sit back and relax, not hearing the captain's announcement that the plane is bound for NEW YORK!
Yours sincerely,
Mr K McCallister
(Tue 7th Mar 2006, 11:16, More)
» Have you ever paid for sex?
Not me but...
At uni, in my house in third year, I strolled downstairs one morning. A few of my housemates had been out on what they fondly described as a "large one" and I was to discover that two of them, not 3 hours previous, had spit roasted a lady of the night over the coffee table in the front room
The same coffee table upon which rested the bowl of weetabix I was eating from
'king animals.
*Lifts up rock and returns underneath it*
(Thu 19th Jan 2006, 13:05, More)
Not me but...
At uni, in my house in third year, I strolled downstairs one morning. A few of my housemates had been out on what they fondly described as a "large one" and I was to discover that two of them, not 3 hours previous, had spit roasted a lady of the night over the coffee table in the front room
The same coffee table upon which rested the bowl of weetabix I was eating from
'king animals.
*Lifts up rock and returns underneath it*
(Thu 19th Jan 2006, 13:05, More)
» Accidentally Erotic
Silencio
"Cavegirl
Pretty feckin' edgy for a kids show - am I bad?"
Too right, Cavegirl is filth. I don't know how they get away with it.
(Tue 7th Feb 2006, 12:10, More)
Silencio
"Cavegirl
Pretty feckin' edgy for a kids show - am I bad?"
Too right, Cavegirl is filth. I don't know how they get away with it.
(Tue 7th Feb 2006, 12:10, More)