Snakes on a Plane

The plan stank of pist the second we boarded for a ten hour flight. The air hostess put a bag of coffee behind our seats. Splitting up with an x second last day and having to travel home in total silence like strangers. I got a tatoo of a heart man who claimed you was peter andres titly warteas. By the way, what's this? My ex husband got pist in portugal. Broke a fence on a building site and took a digger out. Had to hide it, otherwise i couldn't fly. We all just talk about the armpit bus. Where are the children? Crotch hit wa lig tin box of