What's with airplane food?

So what's with airplane food? Huh? I mean, is it even food? It tastes more like garbage.

Speaking of garbage, what's with garbagemen? Who could do that? What a stinky job.

Speaking of stinky jobs, one time I hadn't showered in two weeks and I still convince a girl to suck my grimy pisscock.

She was a little drunk at the time, and maybe a little bit high on rohypnol, but I consider it a fair play because I drank roofies as well. It's not like I did anything wrong. After all, it was her decision to come to the funeral, not mine. I'm not the one who killed her grandmother two nights prior. Perhaps it was me who gave the old bag an orgasm which caused the heart attack, but that doesn't make me directly responsible. She should have gotten her heart checked out before going to work that night.

I hate people that blame me for their problems. "Waa, boohoo, my mom died, I'm pregnant, give me child support." Fuck you.

So a guy has sex with his girlfriend's sister the weekend after impregnating her mother. Both get pregnant, but the mother dies the day after. The pregnant sister decides not to have an abortion because her parents raised her to be a frigid Christian bitch. Of course the girl's father is pissed, but the girl has the kid anyway and names it Sterling. Sterling takes after her slutty mother and has a kid at 16. Hypothetically, would Sterling's grandpa have to pay grandchild support? Because there's no way that little brat deserves more money that her mother will steal and spend on methamphetamines. Oh yeah, and airline food sucks.

Last updated April 2nd, 2006