No Rest For the Wicked
I knew something would go wrong when I saw my seat assignment - row thirteen, middle seat - for my four-hour flight to Indiana. No, maybe not Final Destination wrong. I was fairly confident that the plane wouldn’t drop out of the sky and land in a pit of spikes… fairly confident. But, whether my complimentary drink would end
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who ever knew there was such a thing as erotically stimulating turbulance?
they need to warn people about things like that.
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"In the unlikely event of erotically stimulating turbulence, please proceed in a calm and orderly fashion to the restroom, where you may tame your inner dragon. But please remember, do not tamper with the smoke alarm in the bathroom, as this is a violation of FCC regulations."
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