:breakdance: :lol: Right on! So we're sitting here watching this suspenseful movie, albeit with huge breaks in the middle. We've been hanging out here for 3 days waiting to hear the conclusion. All of a sudden, an announcement is heard that the ending is cancelled. Dude making the announcement ends up being stoned by empty soda cans. Uhhh...what?
How can you cancel the ending -- i mean it is like having sex and stopping right before the big finish and just going to sleep!! what happened to your flight!
I think he realized the ending sucks as much as the rest of the story, so he decided to abort the whole thing and blame it on us for giving him shit about it.
This leads me to my next question: What did he expect? What a tool! But, you see, he has a good education. So he is above us...THEN WHY TRY TO IMPRESS US WITH YOUR LAME STORY?????
I think that's his point...but that made me laugh. :lol: EDIT: HOLY, what's with the brain wave reading around this joint?! I really have to start paying closer attention to what other people SAY, you know, like ABOVE before I say anything around here. Otherwise it looks like I'm that freakin' parrot, Mr Chiclets (see "The Hills Have Eyes" thread). :lol:
^:lol: HAH! :lol: The best part is when someone is just plain old sitting around and their kooky brain says, "Hmnmm, I wonder what that horrendous yet hilarious 'airport thread' has been up to?!" Fabulous! :lol:
I just wasted 10minutes of my life reading this thread. You want to know a truly horibble day at an airport? Upon arriving in a foreign country (pick one), a clandestine division of their intelligeance agency misidentifies you as an international criminal mastermind. They promptly take you into a dark room at the back of the airport. As part of their interrogation, they perform an enima without any vasoline. When you cry in horror, they laugh when you say you do not know anything. They proceed to give you several roots canals without anesthesia. When you think it could not get any worse you notice they light a stripper stage and pole in the corner of the room. You start to get excited but notice a rather large shadow behind the curtain. All you can to is cry and scream like a girl as they force you to watch Rosie O'donnell perform a striptease. 3 hours later you wake up, with your pants down, in the Blue Clam (a gay bar in Canada). Now that is a bad day at an airport.
