I thought that the quickie with a flight

I thought that the quickie with a flight attendant was a testosterone-imbued cliché of young business executives. As a seasoned frequent-flyer, I scarcely believed the wink she

gave me and the "come hither" jester she made with her head as she ducked behind the curtain into first class. As I stepped through the curtain she grabbed my pants and pulled them

out of my hand luggage, before running through the first class compartment laughing; the first-class passengers soon joined in. I was furious at them all giggling at my pants, and

to silence them, I wiggled into my pants. I launched "portable disco ball" and mobile "Kool "n The Gang" and right there in the 1st class aisle erupted into the a disco funk so

spectacular, so mystifying, so ambitious that it rocked the Earth to its very core. I danced like the fever was in me. My henads and feet moving together in perfect rythm until

the place was jumping, literally. Pieces of acoustic tile were falling on the dance floor. My clog stomping boogie woogie was tearing down i-beams. I just couldn't stop. Police

as my crazy legs danced crazier than ever before. The armed guard were not prepared for silly dancing the way they'd been prepped to abduct a small Cuban child. "I can't stop these

crazy moves." I shouted at the armed guard. The silly dancing was infectious and soon the guard was joining in and had completely forgotten about

Kanye West. And that, dear friends, is the story of how the Right Wing finally got their revenge.Kanye West's remains were discovered a century later, curled up beside Jimmy Hoffa.