It’s Seattle eve and I’ve only packed two fuckin’ back packs!
It‘s Seattle eve and I’ve only packed two fuckin’ back packs!
And I hate, Hate, HATE your guts…
I hate, Hate, HATE your guts…
And I’ll never talk to you again…
unless your dad will suck me off…
I’ll never talk to you again…
unless your mom will touch my cock…
I’ll never talk to you again…
ejaculate into a sock…
I’ll never talk to you again…
I’ll never talk to you again…
(I’ve been saying that since 2001!)

Please don’t bomb/hijack/crash/delay/cancel/whatever these flights!

Actually, this is kind of wrong. I’m coming back on Tuesday, not Monday. I still need to make a ticket change.