An ergonomic memory foam butt-pad. Oh happy day!
Off all the things to talk about, butts and sore butts is kinda out there but it's the internet so whatever. I had another long flight out west today and I dunno what it is but I just can't get comfortable on these cheap communist bench seats in our choppers anymore. Communist, no kidding, all of our birds pre-date the end of the Cold War. I flew about 8 hours out west and back again and while I got a lot of reading done on my Kindle while flying, after the first 3 or 4 hours I was getting pretty uncomfortable. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon shifting positions, leaning forward, bracing against the bulkhead; all of my pax probably thought I was one of those twitchy guys who just can't sit still. I can't wait until I get this thing in the mail. It's funny the things that we get excited about as adults, how long will it be before I'm into tapioca pudding and playing bingo?
But the real reason I sat down here was to send my best wishes to one of my dearest friends. To the girl with the perfect body, beautiful smile, and the only person that I've ever seen make food poisoning look graceful; Happy Birthday, Jessi! Ich habe etwas besonderas fur sie, chica!
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