Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Nervously I Recalled My Stereotypes (and Childhood Prayers)

Today during my flight to Guangzhou, I could barely concentrate on my in-flight entertainment movie despite being equipped with my own very excellent personal earphones which produce amazingly aural explosions while being visually and aesthetically pleasing to behold with the naked eye.

I watched Black Snake Moan for about 40 minutes up to the point where the leading actress (Christina Ricci) kept exposing her rosebud breasts with swollen nipples.

Switching over to the exciting swashbuckling epic Alatriste which starred the Spanish speaking Aragorn Vigo Mortensen killing and making love to multiple nameless faceless folk (who also spoke Spanish). It was the kind of movie you know that would have made Gandalf proud. Unfortunately I got skittish and stopped watching after about an hour.

My itchy fingers caressed the remote control and I flipped through various sitcoms like Ali G, The Office and Life On Mars - none of which I finished watching.

The reason for the sand in my panties my nervousness was the fact that right next to me, throughout the entire flight, sat a man whom (I f87king shite you NOT) was the spitting image of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the (present) President Of Iran!!!

Now I know it’s wrong to stereotype people based on their outward appearances to determine who-would-be-most-likely-to-hijack-the-plane but for the entire flight, I was mortally afraid and sat very very still in my seat because I hear sudden movements from large object (I am rather large) upset terrorists.

So anyways, the moment the plane landed, I ran for dear life.

nah. have some balls.

Don’t worry, your parents will then be the next millionaire and I’ll remember you, asshat.

basket.

hahaha…this is so funny.I will run for my life too if i were you.hahaha…