Sometimes flying home in a plane, I just wish I could jump out. Look! I can see my house right there, can't I just bail out right here. Why do I have to land, wait for everyone to stand up at the same time, push and shove their way down the aisles, cram around the baggage carrier (I don't know why people do this, or crowd around the gate during boarding time), then get a ride back home? Sometimes as I stand in a crowd I feel like a sheep being hurded. When I say "baaaa", I don't think a lot of people get my joke.
This looks like fun.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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