way back when i was just a little bitty boy livin in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from jerry’s bait shop
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and, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside AND THE PLANE EXPLODED IN A GIANT FIREBALL AND EVERYBODY DIED
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you know why?
cause i had my tray table up
and my seat back in the full upright position
had my tray table up
and my seat back in the full upright position
had my tray table up
and my seat back in the full upright position
i crawled on my hands and knees for 3 full days
dragging along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my 12 pound bowling ball and my lucky lucky autographed glow in the dark snorkel
but finally i arrived at the world famous albuquerque holiday inn where the towels are oh so fluffy and you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
it's OK, they're clean