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who the fuck hums?
a drop of sweat landed on my shoulder and soaked into my cotton shirt.
who the fuck hums on an airplane?
another droplet trickled down my shin pachinko style and into my sock.
who the fuck hums on an airplane that's been grounded for three hours?
eleven minutes ago the pilot lied for the sixth time telling us we would be flying in ten minutes.
can rhythmically challenged random notes be called humming?
planes don't fly and air conditioning doesn't work when the engines are off.
does she think i find her humming to be relaxing?
my only recourse is to begin farting.
Posted by griff at May 05, 2003 02:15 AM