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THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDANT
My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant,
who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle
and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that
he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you
could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and
rather MiddleEastern looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I
asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on
the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called
a Princess and I take orders from no one."
To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat,
"Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I
outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch."
My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant,
who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle
and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that
he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you
could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and
rather MiddleEastern looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I
asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on
the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called
a Princess and I take orders from no one."
To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat,
"Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I
outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch."
