I assumed there was no way to make potato chips taste terrible (other than opening the bag and letting them go stale) but Baked Lay’s has proven me wrong once again. What a terrible concept poorly executed
Finally a ruling in the Bearded Seat Puncher affair
Wendi says the repeated whiplash may have caused damage, given her medical history. She says she’s had multiple back surgeries over the years and has titanium fused to her spine. She’s worried the repeated blows might have damaged her vertebrae.
lol
There’s always a grift.
Look at the money you’re saving on not paying for extra legroom.
Sometime I might write up the flight I had from Sydney to LA one time. It’s quite a tale. Reclining was not in the list of my worries, I’ll tell you that.
OK, it’s 1:45am Saturday morning. I got a hot minute before I need to sleep.
So I board this flight to LA in Sydney with my ex. She has the window seat, then it’s me, then it turns out to be this dude in the aisle seat. He is passed out when we get on board and we have to squeeze past him. The flight attendant tells us that his travelling companion advised her that he has “taken something” and probably won’t wake up. You may notice that it’s a red flag that he has a “travelling companion” yet they are not seated with him.
After we take off, he wakes up and I immediately get crazy vibes. He proceeds to order, it could not have been less than 18 mixed vodka drinks over the course of the flight. To jump forward a bit, he ordered 2x vodka and breakfast juice when they woke us up at like 6am local on arrival into LA. He’s periodically falling asleep and spilling drinks on himself and by extension, me. He’s scribbling furiously in a crazy manner on paper. He gets served by a middle aged flight attendant and eyes her. He writes on a piece of paper. I glance over and see “TO THE HOT BLONDE MILF” at the top of the paper. After finishing, he folds it and gives it to another flight attendant to give to her, like this is high school or something. I summon a flight attendant and discreetly ask her if there’s another seat. With deep apology in her eyes, she tells me the flight is fully booked.
I’ve decided this guy is mentally ill and even feel a bit sorry for him, but on arrival into LA he pulls out a briefcase and starts packing business documents into it in between swigs on his vodka and breakfast juice. This blows my mind.
I have travelled a lot and this sticks in my mind as the worst flight I have ever had. The other contender is a 9 hour flight from Kuala Lumpur to Australia where I started vomiting from food poisoning immediately after takeoff. The thing is, that sucked, but I knew where I stood. I was like “wow OK, bad, this will suck” but I knew the dimensions of it. The Sydney to LA flight, I was constantly off balance. Anything could happen. Was I about to get vomited on? It was entirely possible. 15 hours, man.
A lady next to us on a flight when my 2 yo got sick had a worse flight. She did get vomited on. Most of it went on my wife, but not all of it. Short flight though…LA to Seattle and the vomiting was near the end.
(The kid had no symptoms when we got on the flight.)
Always knew you were a terrible human being.
6’5 here and 220+. You’re under 6’ and lean back on me you’re getting my knees in your back and it’s not a massage. Also the hip check to the back of the chair is a personal favorite.
Some airlines are better than others as well as some planes. But when the misery starts with boarding when you’re group 11 and the overheads are filled with coats and smallish backpacks, gtfo with giving up those 2 inches.
I had a flight quite recently where a child threw up and some of the vomit went unnoticed onto the floor between me and my gf in the row behind. We just put up with it. LA to Seattle basically can’t be a terrible flight unless you crash. I guess it partly depends on how uncomfortable you are with mentally disturbed people. I found it unsettling just sitting next to this guy. Crazy vibes.
The Aussie comedian and dadaist prankster Barry Humphies had a routine that involved carrying on to an aircraft a tin of Heinz Russian Salad, which he would then surreptitiously empty into an air-sickness bag.
At the appropriate point in the flight, he would pretend to vomit loudly and violently into the bag. Then, to the horror of passengers and crew, he would proceed to eat the contents.
So CNN uses this little icon to indicate “there’s video!” for some stories, I guess to make them even more irresistible.
And the best part of all is we live longer.
Is it really living if you are on top of a step stool most of the time?
Jesus Christ at that waiting to have sex article, by the way. Like to clarify, this is her:
I’m not a prude. In fact, I might be a candidate for a Guinness World Record: virgin who has come close to having sex the most times.
I like being naked with boyfriends. I’ve happily taken on a dominatrix role and men have enjoyed it. I once answered a booty call from an Ironman world champion at his hotel room (purposefully leaving the door cracked in case I needed to yell for help). When the champion informed me that I had not “finished the job,” I told him that, considering his world title, he could finish the job himself. I left feeling empowered.
Some feminists might fault me for not having exercised my right to sexuality. However, I was willing to give up a certain sense of pleasure to avoid feelings I feared: betrayal, emptiness, the loss of dignity and control.
Conclusion in the article now she’s had sex:
It was never about sex. It was never about waiting for the perfect guy to show up. It was about waiting on a healthy me to show up. The one who realized she deserved more than breadcrumbs. The one who finally felt the emptiness in longing. The one who turned toward love rather than chasing rejection. The one who was capable of accepting that love.
And that was worth the wait.
What the fuck are you talking about? The problem was you here the entire time. I don’t say that to attack her. Most all of us have weird anxieties but holy shit, she needs to own it.
She does admit that when she talks about a healthy her, but she’s full of pretentiousness.
She had every right to behave as she did with guys, but no one likes a cock tease no matter and she doesn’t come out of her dalliances looking very good.
Aged woman thinks boring thing about herself is interesting or unique. Shocker!
The alternative is that she admits to herself she spent a shit ton of mental energy on something that’s absolutely meaningless.