"Ladies and gentlemen,
This is your chief flight attendant speaking. I'm afraid we will be slightly delayed on our arrival to Newark. This is due to the captain coming down with a slight case of death. Further to this, our co-pilots will not be taking control as they say it's 'not their job to fix Continental's cock-ups'.

Therefore Dwayne, our business class bar manager, will be taking the controls. He is confident of no mishaps, having seen Air Force One fourteen times, and having played Starfox on the Super Nintendo in his formative years. He has informed me that all you need to know is that you push the joystick up to go up and down to go down. I said this sounds fine to me although I don't think he heard me over the co-pilots' sniggering.

Additionally, there is a further major problem, in that cocktails will not be available from the business class bar. We apologise for the inconvenience. Thank you."
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:40, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I thought jokes about death were a bit of a misnomer with you.

( fuck shit up the best you never had, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:54, Reply)

Possibly
Then again - who cares?
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:55, Reply)

What kind of answer is that?

( fuck shit up the best you never had, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:57, Reply)

I have no idea
Brain just isn't working today.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:57, Reply)

"slight case of death"
*pfffft*. Very Pythonesque. Me like.
( Maladicta, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 20:43, Reply)