Sunday, November 11, 2012


“What do you mean I can’t take my chainsaw with me?” asked the passenger, his throat pulsating fearfully.
“You cannot.”
“I don’t go anywhere without it, not after that green thing...”
“Green thing, sir?”
“Yes, the alien. Nasty thing.”
The security guard sighed. It had been a long day; a guy who believed he was a king and wanted to sit by the pilot, and the old lady wearing no underwear.
“Sir, we need your assistance with another alien.”
“Oh, fantastic! I can help you with my chainsaw,” he replied happily, as he was taken away by the medical team.

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