Back from postindustrial Purgatory By N0574 in N0574's Diary Tue Oct 04, 2011 at 02:34:07 PM EST Tags: airports, TSA touched my junk, YFI (all tags)
	Airports these days, man, I tell you--it might not be an actual strip search, but it always feels like one...O'Hare, that hellhole, it's like that dive on the bad side of town where you know you'll get cut if you ever set foot inside. <insert> story about dude tripping while trying to board a plane<insert>. Dallas-FTW is full of superficial tea party big oil running dog fags ("I can't believe our president is so incompetent"--uh, that's right, you mean compared to that great rocket scientist Texas sent us last time, right?) LAX (indeed it is!): waddle your fat ass back to Oakland, or employ some people who know waht the hell they're doing. Same goes for SFO, only pay your asians more--they might be your only hope. Looking at you in your airports, America--an abnormally plump herd of cattle about to keel over from exhaustion.

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