Trip Update:
So like, when you are about to get on a plane and you are puking an average of every 14 minutes, what do you do? First, you remind yourself never to mix percocet, snow, and Odwalla. Then, you must make a decision: you could get on the plane and make a total ass of yourself or you could take the next flight and wait till you blow the rest of the chunks out in the airport bathroom. I decided to save this decision for after I put my head on my knees for just a little bit. Next thing I know it's 3:20, that can't be right....oh, I guess it is right and my plane is leaving in ten minutes. I think I'll take the "ass out of yourself" option. Anyways, I could just equate it to being the queezy type of airplanes, and then it may even be COOL because I'll get nice ladies or asian men to bring me free gingerale and napkins........20 minutes into it I realize this lie won't work, it won't work at all; queezy people do not upchuck bile when the plane is still in the terminal. Soon into the flight I became too lazy to even bother going into the bathroom after some 40-year old grease ball decided to lay a big one even more aversive than the smell of my bile. I took to just sticking with a nice supply of these nifty little plastic bags (they used to be paper, how dumb is that?) which I then neatly tucked away into a neat little garbage bag. It's foolproof! After a while I became comfortable in my little system and it was the best way to puke your brains out....ever.
So like, when you are about to get on a plane and you are puking an average of every 14 minutes, what do you do? First, you remind yourself never to mix percocet, snow, and Odwalla. Then, you must make a decision: you could get on the plane and make a total ass of yourself or you could take the next flight and wait till you blow the rest of the chunks out in the airport bathroom. I decided to save this decision for after I put my head on my knees for just a little bit. Next thing I know it's 3:20, that can't be right....oh, I guess it is right and my plane is leaving in ten minutes. I think I'll take the "ass out of yourself" option. Anyways, I could just equate it to being the queezy type of airplanes, and then it may even be COOL because I'll get nice ladies or asian men to bring me free gingerale and napkins........20 minutes into it I realize this lie won't work, it won't work at all; queezy people do not upchuck bile when the plane is still in the terminal. Soon into the flight I became too lazy to even bother going into the bathroom after some 40-year old grease ball decided to lay a big one even more aversive than the smell of my bile. I took to just sticking with a nice supply of these nifty little plastic bags (they used to be paper, how dumb is that?) which I then neatly tucked away into a neat little garbage bag. It's foolproof! After a while I became comfortable in my little system and it was the best way to puke your brains out....ever.
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catdad:
Wait a minute. What does the guy's age have to do with anything?
yeb:
One week on, and no news, hope all is well