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My patience, with the clown beside me whom was obviouisly phobic about flying.
Stewardess, there's ice on the wing. Stewardess, oil is pooling on the wing. Stewardess why's the plane bouncing up and down.
Stewardess the guy beside me just shoved a full pack of peanuts, glass of gin and his pillow down my throat and is reaching for the icepick.
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