Well this picture from the other night. Smoking a Toscano Classico. I know what you are thinking, if I am smoking in the living room. My wife went on vacation to see her parents in Galicia. View attachment 169955
Well I'll bite the bullet, and tell the secret. I don't like flying in airplanes, I shit my pants, I hate flying in those flying sausages. I shit in my molars , at last, I've given away the damn secret............How do you do it John?
How do you get your wife to visit her parents without dragging you along?
What's your secret? Please do tell.
Well I'll bite the bullet, and tell the secret. I don't like flying in airplanes, I shit my pants, I hate flying in those flying sausages. I shit in my molars , at last, I've given away the damn secret............
I would think you can utilize the pant-shitting excuse no matter the mode of transportation or how close by the destination may be. Of course, it could be an issue if your significant other doesn't buy it, and needs....proof. If so, some sauerkraut, a few cups of black coffee, and a bowl of Plum Pudding should get you the....uhh....results....that you'd require. At least that's the scuttlebutt amongst the forum's after-hours crew, anyway...A perfectly rational response to flying really. Thanks John, I'll have to come up with my own plan seeing as I'm only 5mins down the road.