Kharma Police
Don't mess with Texas
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She is the wrong color... sorry. Not my girl.
LOL!, awesome, well played! You WILL love the dirty ATL!
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She is the wrong color... sorry. Not my girl.
She is the wrong color... sorry. Not my girl.
I read it, puked all over it, then set it on fire and urinated on it.
Nice try. My MC speaks for me.
Southwest Airlines sounds like a wonderful place and I'm looking forward to working for such a great company. I understand that SWAPA is trying to protect its members interests, however, they have left me scratching my head at times questioning their tactics and motives.
Also, I was still in grade school when Eastern went on strike.
Who? MC Hammer? Drop the tough guy act.uke:
Well, I'm scratching my head at some of the attitudes displayed here on FI from the AAI guys. You are in for a huge career boost, and you guys act as if you've been kicked in the jimmies.
OK, so ignorance is your excuse. For the record, there are NO similarities between SW and Frank Lorenzo.
You are in for a huge career boost, and you guys act as if you've been kicked in the jimmies.
It was around daybreak...the first freight train to Omaha had just rumbled overhead. A FedEx truck screamed by and under my slightly used sleeping bag I heard a package land softly by the spillway me, my wife and son call home. I jumped to my feet thinking this must be my new Section 8 housing application! It was not...it was something much better...a letter from SWAPA. As I read the note my excitement grew! "Honey, come look!" As she read...she began to weep. "Does this mean I can get my tooth cleaned?" I nooded with a joyous grin. At the same time my boy was stirring from his slumber. As he began tying his Kleenex boxes to his feet I said "Son.....your daddy just hit the jackpot....no more boxes on your feet." He jumped for joy. "How did this happen?" he said. My wife and I were halfway through a bottle of MD 20/20. I replied..."A great purple and orange angel from the sky has saved us...no more living under a bridge...no more panhandling so Dad can get PopEyes in concourse C." We had a celebratory breakfast of sparrow legs and squirrel meat (fresh off the interstate). After that, I ran to the library so I could get on-line and read of the windfall we all have discovered. The security guard gave me an interrogating glare as I walked past. The local library dosent allow us AirTran hobos inside (even for a shower). After I stole some books to make a fire for the night to come...I got on FI. All I can say is "Thank You SWA" .....no more freight trains to work...fighting crack heads for the last subway spot.....hoping Gen. Lee will throw me a quarter as I stand in my uniform on the street corner....and most of all...electricity, water and my wife's new titties!
Interesting, considering most of the Southwest pilots on this board had no idea what we were talking about. SWAPA must be working overtime on Friday night to have collected the data and let you guys know about the HUNDREDS of AirTran e-mails real quick, right?!?!
It was around daybreak...the first freight train to Omaha had just rumbled overhead. A FedEx truck screamed by and under my slightly used sleeping bag I heard a package land softly by the spillway me, my wife and son call home. I jumped to my feet thinking this must be my new Section 8 housing application! It was not...it was something much better...a letter from SWAPA. As I read the note my excitement grew! "Honey, come look!" As she read...she began to weep. "Does this mean I can get my tooth cleaned?" I nooded with a joyous grin. At the same time my boy was stirring from his slumber. As he began tying his Kleenex boxes to his feet I said "Son.....your daddy just hit the jackpot....no more boxes on your feet." He jumped for joy. "How did this happen?" he said. My wife and I were halfway through a bottle of MD 20/20. I replied..."A great purple and orange angel from the sky has saved us...no more living under a bridge...no more panhandling so Dad can get PopEyes in concourse C." We had a celebratory breakfast of sparrow legs and squirrel meat (fresh off the interstate). After that, I ran to the library so I could get on-line and read of the windfall we all have discovered. The security guard gave me an interrogating glare as I walked past. The local library dosent allow us AirTran hobos inside (even for a shower). After I stole some books to make a fire for the night to come...I got on FI. All I can say is "Thank You SWA" .....no more freight trains to work...fighting crack heads for the last subway spot.....hoping Gen. Lee will throw me a quarter as I stand in my uniform on the street corner....and most of all...electricity, water and my wife's new titties!
One of your pilots called me this early afternoon to tell me about this packet. I called SWAPA to get the real scoop. Wasn't difficult. It was interesting to hear about the feedback from your guys.
Sounds like it's from Chuck McGill and Co. My tranny said he appreciates the info and can't wait to be a SWAPA Pilot. Get on the list dude! I said.