"Hey, are you gonna buy me dinner after your done?" and "Hey, don't I get a kiss first?" are two questions I suggest asking the poor slob who has to cup his hands under your man-boobs. He will be really amazed and impressed by your originality.
Sorry, I'm feeling a little sympathy for the poor TSA drones who have to spend the day reaching under the corn-syrup flab of 98% of the American traveling public today. Unless, of course, said drone has his or her own corn-syrup flab to be proud of.
Someone posted a comment on the NPR blog that he went through security with a banana stuffed in his pants, and unfortunately did not have to go through porn cancer box, nor get felt up. Sad face :(
turkey stories, TSA and palin coverage.
wonkette is the new grand guignol of the interwebs.
Ok, Miss Jones...show us on the doll where the TSA agent touched you.
"Hey, are you gonna buy me dinner after your done?" and "Hey, don't I get a kiss first?" are two questions I suggest asking the poor slob who has to cup his hands under your man-boobs. He will be really amazed and impressed by your originality.
Sorry, I'm feeling a little sympathy for the poor TSA drones who have to spend the day reaching under the corn-syrup flab of 98% of the American traveling public today. Unless, of course, said drone has his or her own corn-syrup flab to be proud of.
Someone posted a comment on the NPR blog that he went through security with a banana stuffed in his pants, and unfortunately did not have to go through porn cancer box, nor get felt up. Sad face :(