Originally posted by cheshirecatstevensThis is a story Shavixmir would envy.
I'm in the plane and I get the lottery seat next to two hotties. The're married but looking for some fun in the Fla. sun. We start sippin some bubbly and this asshat nob in front of us, who is watchin "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" starts complaining to the stewaress about me chatting up these fine ladies. The stewardess asks this pencilneck to ...[text shortened]... s trying to give me his number in case I ever get to Canada. Good Riddence I tell ya!
