Well since the previous post was somewhat heavy and the last time I did this it went down pretty well, here's some largely inconsequential disjointed nonsense usually thought up while being bored in an airport or on an Airbus. Yay? Air NZ have cool outfits Don't eye my three seats you greedy bastard: you be more careful booking next time. This is my bed, my domain. MINE. Mashing the touch screen is fun. I just love smashing my digits violently against an LCD because it only interprets my inputs as vague suggestions. My God Suicide Squad is a special kind of incompetent. Can't read any of the text. Audio is trash. Colour is rubbish. Costumes are bad. This film is bad. So bad. Do planes make films worse? I think they ran out of bread rolls and the fat Mexican next to me smells. The two are unrelated. This toilet has some great books. It's a shame they're all photos: If you're gonna make me wait this long for customs give me more than 45 mins internet you tightwad gits. I bet I'm just gonna tell them the same as the first guy and get waved through to miss my flight. Melbourne airport. There's the sound of a whale dying. Possibly this is how they get new plane bodies? You know... skin one and put windows in? Protip: if you sit by the wing expect to only see wing #learning I think I've gotten to third base with the nice old lady next to me climbing over her.
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