21
Dec
Currently at BWI: as I lie in wait for my 6 am flight, my pleasant slumbers are interrupted by a pilot who is speaking to his thang thang on the phone with the exact timbre of Stevie from Eastbound and Down, covering such important topics as the unrequited sexy Skype messages he has sent to her, the time he drank half a bottle of bourbon on a bus and made a pass at the female lead singer of a band, and sexy shared times in general. Is this man flying my plane? Was he calling a phone sex operator in a Continental lounge? Does anyone here want to add me on Words with Friends?
