So we got up at 0300 Mountain time and hit the road. I’d say the only thing darker than a prairie night is an offshore night. Made for a spectacular sunrise.
Got the rental car returned, bags and guns checked. TSA showed standard incompetence and touched my penis. Dude didn’t seem to like that part…good!
So now we’re waiting for our flight to board.
Talk to you next on Eastern Time
I always tell ’em they need to stop at the knees, but Noooooo, they don’t believe me…
Last time I went through TSA’s Gate Rape checkpoints, I chose to go through the scanner (I just wasn’t in the mood to be felt up, I had a headache). They asked me to put my hands above my head, and when I did, I flashed the double deuce so they’d have that record. They didn’t seem to care and sent me on my way.
I always like to encourage them. I want to make sure I get my money’s worth. “Go ahead…get up in there…”
I thought about saying: “You can’t feel shit using the backs of your hands. Get in there, man!” 😀
“TSA showed standard incompetence and touched my penis. “
Be at ease, 2010 CDC shows no deaths due to terrorism, it MUST be that the TSA molesting everyone that kept us safe. Carry on, now.
Giggle like Tickle Me Elmo, right as they get to second base. And look Gropey McGaterape dead in the eyes when doing so, with a sly grin.
Totally unnerves them.