Elbow taps for air traveling women. It should

Elbow taps for air traveling women. It should be a thing that gets killed by fire. Otherwise, why bother? It has already been promised that there will be no more flooding of the wo

w Air latrines, but what if you're in one just when the airline shuts down? Well, a Wow Air official locked the door on mile high club members Bill & Martha & insisted they can't l

-NSIST on making whoopie on any aircraft. Ralph and Beth-Anne sneered at the belligerent lovers in the airplane commode. Their love rose above mere base animal instincts, even tho

-ROUGHLY erasing other base impulses. Ralph and Bet became like Mondrian paintings with less lines. Sycophantic, square squares depositing sour lumps of ginger with the luggage, tr

aveling, lurching, really, through the rural Chinese countryside, seeking their fortune together. "Whatever happened to Omaha?" Bet asked Ralph, her non-opalescent hair now flat &

what ever happened to our plans this surely is not what we talked about. How could you let this happen? LOOK AT MY HAIR she screamed it's all your fault". Ralph replied "My fault"

as he turned away. "Yesterday a man came up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and sniffed my hair. It all fell out." She said, "Poor Ralph. I thought it was a clipper cut."

might I INQUIRE...he whispered to Ralph about Beth-Anne's ponytail. "double weft?"-" "Yes" "OK, but is it Remy?" "Of course" "But! I challenge you - is it hand or-" "Hand"

Hearing the boy whispering, Beth-Anne threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "Idk what yall are talkin' about, but considering its you two, its something perverted. Leave."