You have always wanted to go to Los Vegas. The lights are always on and all the gambling and shows are a lure that makes you feel all manner of thrills inside. You get inside the airplane and find a seat next a skinny young man of forty years old with a fishy type of after shave that makes you want to puke. You did not notice the smell until the plane had already taken off and they posted the put on your seat belts moniker. You are seated next to this creep for what seems like an eternity. Then from out of nowhere comes a male stewardess, there offering to meet your every need.
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