I swear I would open the doors in mid-flight and risk everyone's lives (including my own) just to get rid of that freakin' bat. Rabid or not I HATE the flapping of wings in an enclosed space. Good on the passenger who thought to close the door thus trapping the winged rat in the kitchen/bathroom. But that is where the booze is so SOMEONE (not me) would have to step up and strangle the bat or beat it to death with something like a cricket bat. I need my vodka orange. Or do I have to go for the doors??
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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