Today, my flight was being served by an obviously gay flight
Today, my flight was
being served by an obviously gay flight attendent
who seemed to put everyone in a good mood
as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to decend, he came
swishing down the aisle and told us
that "Captain Marvey has asked me to
announce that he'll be landing
the big scary plane shortly, so lovley
people, if you could just
put your trays up, that would be
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed
and rather Arabic looking
woman hadn't moved a muscle.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me over
those big brute engines,
but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so
the main man can pitty-pat
us down onto the gound." She calmly turned her haid and said,
"In my country, I am called a
princess, and I take orders from no one."
To which, (I swear), the flight attendant
replied, without missing a beat,
"Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country, I
am called a Queen, so I outrank you.