Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A Flight In Spite Of A Right To Sprite (and vodka in the 20oz bottle)

I had a dream a couple nights ago. I dreamed I was on a boat with some guns and my Dad and my Sister were actively shooting people. This made a lot of sense. These people in my dream were pretty liberal and should have been diplomatically shooting. This was indiscriminate. Guns blazing.

It made a lot of sense. The cost of getting to a place where my family could rent a boat to shoot at native people has gone up considerably. It's irritating. Gun violence is a disease. We should be able to contain stupidity with guns. We should also be able to stop shootings in public places because some of us understand the need and the weight of a personal protection device. Our first response shouldn't be to run and piss ourselves. We should first piss ourselves and then casually pretend like we just kinda sweat a bit and it's the popcorn butter that made our pants smell like pee.

Cartola knows a bit about peeing with his dentistry. I want to throw the convo to him and what it feels like to fly in this day and age and what it really costs to join the new world mile high club.