A fine September morning in the city
I almost was on TV one day but, due to the cunting son of a rabid dog infidel alarm clock fucking up I over slept.

It was a nice autumn day in the city. My friends (about 20 of us) and I had flights booked early, we always liked to travel in a big group. We had four separate flights to catch. Unfortunately I missed my flight, and it was a shame, I was really looking forward to the trip. We had all been at flight school together so I thought it would be cool to catch a plane and know just what was happening and if something had happened to the pilots maybe I could have had a chance to fly the plane myself.

So I wake up about 8.30am and as I knew the plane had gone I opened the hotel window to let the sun in and made some coffee. I had a great view of the sky scrappers in the city, and the sun was shining not a cloud in the sky, then fuck me if I didn’t see my friend Ali, Musto, Jezza, Armid and Shelepo’s plane fly right by my window and smack bang into the side of the tallest building in town.

“You stupid son of a camel fucker” I called out to Ali (I knew it had to be Ali, he was always playing pranks like killing flight attendants and storming the cockpit on planes). I had told the silly bastard at flight school he wouldn’t make a good pilot if he didn’t learn to land and take off and there was more to driving planes than zooming about the sky. I turned on the TV to see if anyone had been hurt but, fuck me if I didn’t see my other mates, Moh, Moha, Prof and Sal’s plane, the one I should have been on, fly right into the side of the building next door. I figure the boys must have been laughing so hard at Ali they couldn’t see where they where going and totally fucked up.

So there you have it, if I had not over slept I would have been on TV that September morning. Anyone want to buy a box cutter? Never used.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 16:02, Reply)