Saturday, 27 November 2010

#330: Chemical Warfare.

Seriously, who the hell gets on an 11hr flight smelling like a mix of sweaty socks and highly concentrate urine?

The guy sitting in seat 55H, that's who.

I'm 55K, aka the poor sod sitting next to this aromatic wonder.

(I don't know what happened to columns I and J, this plane just decided not to have them.)

Now I don't know if any of you have noticed, but it's almost impossible to spread a fart in a jumbo jet. One of the few places in the world where this is the case. The air conditioning is just too damn powerful.

So I guffed in his face everytime I got up to get out.

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