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they give free champagne there´s this airline but I´ve been on it before.
when the stewardess came by I said no.
it came right out of the bottle.
the stewardesses went up and down giving refills.
it was a smooth flight but then it began: restroom runs.
Lines formed. paper bags came out.
I sat there listening to the moaning and the puking.
some people puked while they waited for their baggage, others puked on the escalators and on the parking lot ramps, some puked in their cars while driving home, some were still puking at home.
when I got home I switched on the news opened a beer and let the bathwater run. |
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