I am so glad there are 3600 golf carts shutteling disgusting fat slobs to and fro at 40 mph so that these yak sized bemoths have plenty of time to knockout a half dozen nacho plates before uncorking a fecal blast in the first class cabin crapper which leaves me no choice but to roll in full MOP gear.
Having some Hutu rebel roll up behind me in stealth mode and scream in some wierd dialect, "EXCUSE THE CART PLEASE" while yielding a machete and making clicking noises is total BS.
Oh, and I bet they could film and entire season of Cold Case Files and Manhunters at the Panda Express in Terminal E. I promise you that if you go into that kitchen Buffalo Bill is whipping up some orange chicken while sporting some fat hig's skin and NVGs.
Having some Hutu rebel roll up behind me in stealth mode and scream in some wierd dialect, "EXCUSE THE CART PLEASE" while yielding a machete and making clicking noises is total BS.
Oh, and I bet they could film and entire season of Cold Case Files and Manhunters at the Panda Express in Terminal E. I promise you that if you go into that kitchen Buffalo Bill is whipping up some orange chicken while sporting some fat hig's skin and NVGs.