Discussion in 'Humor - Jokes - Games and Diversions' started by CATO, Nov 16, 2011.
Touch my freedom sack and get punched.
Whilst I do agree with you, I'm afraid Falcon, that you would be getting more than gropes in prison for punching a Transportation Suck A$$ employee.
That is why I will never fly.
i figure ill fly again when i grow wings of my own
and if they start stoppin cars for tsa inspections,
then dammit ill break out the horse n buggy
just had an after thought...
i wonder what those tsa peeps woud do if people started moaning
and acting like they enjoyed those gropes...lmfao
falc, no punching, use the elbow and follow through with the upper body while they are down there groping and looking up at ya.
I gave up flying a number of years ago when the wait time involved in getting the car parked, checked-in, through security in the requested arrival time, having the gate change at least once, get on the plane, sit on tarmac for 1/2 hr minimum, fly to destination, deplane, get luggage, get car was damn near the same amount of time that i could have driven.
the only thing i gain by flying is the ability to work while on the plane. If I'm prepared, I don't need the time so i'd rather drive. If it's less than 500 miles, I'm driving. Screw being held hostage by TSA and Airlines.
Guit, Get you punches in on the TSA until they pass this bill.
Then if it passes, the use of TSA may be restricted. Especially if it's in a bad light or if presented to infer TSA support.
That thought had occurred to me as well. Especially if you act Gay & its a Male TSA patting yer junk LoL
Found these lil pics other day
I won't fly commercial again either. I recently started taking flying lessons.
Last time I flew it took me 27 hours to come from Burbank to Birmingham. About as lon as it takes from Manilia. Im just getting too old for the BS.
I guess my junk is so small the airport Nazis will likley never touch the little feller.
My LAST flight:
TSA was so busy fondling my junk they let my red handled Swiss Army knife in the little gray plastic bin on the conveyor belt cruise right through the inspection machine no problem at all.
TWICE (flew out and back).
Seriously. For real.
If I ever am forced to fly, part of my 'preps' will involve a kielbasa and two tennis balls.
"Grope me, BABY!"
I tell them I am trans-gender and can't let a man touch me. Only when a 'cutie' is there..........usually get godzilla's mom.........darn the luck.
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