The flight attendant came along on her Velcro

The flight attendant came along on her Velcro shoes. "Peanuts or almonds, Mr. Whitman?" She noticed his six-shooters. "TBH, ma'am, I could go for a breakfast burrito and a liter of

Alpine foxes." The flight attendant smiled politely and quickly pulled out a tray of Alpine fox pups and breakfast burritos for Mr Whitman before scurrying off in hope he wouldn't

realize the Alpine fox pups were really little ferrets. Mr Whitman smiled & grabbed 3 of the Alpine-ferrets and shoved them into his attache case. The flight attendant giggled,

spent the rest of the flight stuffing his pants with monkeys. The 1st monkey fit no problem, the 2nd went down the other leg. The 3rd was a bit feisty, so he shared a banana with t

he 3rd one hoping to fill his belly and make him sleep. If the damn thing didn't calm down soon the gig would be up before it had even started, which would be a damn shame as

it's pretty impossible to rob a bank when his IBS started rumbling. He just couldn't rush off to the restroom after he pointed his gun at the teller & made his demands. He took a

dvantage of the situation by letting a small quantity toxic gas to escape from his troubled lower digestive tract. "Fill this bag with cash or I'll let her rip!" The teller

had built up a strong immunity to fart odor though (3 older brothers) and much to the chagrin of the Turd Burglar, the teller said "Go ahead. Make my day." He had to try, so he cle

ft a turd into two, a deuce to end all deuces. But the teller smiled at the pungent fecal aromas and said, "The glass is bullet proof and my nose is dookie proof." He hit the alarm