THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDANT (This one is
too funny to not forward.)
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 Arabic 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'
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